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what you wanted (m) | b.i

➬ Summary | You have no idea how you ended up here. It all started with an innocent date, which escalates into something more. Something that is not quite so innocent. But he gladly follows your lead, always ready to give you everything that he could offer, knowing that—deep down—this is exactly what you wanted all along.

➬ Title | What You Wanted

➬ Pairing | Kim Hanbin (B.I.) x reader

➬ Genre | Smut, PWP(?), Virgin!reader, Boyfriend!Hanbin, First Time

➬ Word count | 10,060 words

➬ Ratings & Warning | 18+/Mature; a bit of a plot if you squint, explicit sexual scenes, including: soft dom Hanbin, shy reader, dirty talk, swearing, stripping, kissing (lots of them) and making out, dry humping, groping, grinding, manhandling (kind of lol), finger sucking, fingering (female recipient)/finger fucking, hand job, long foreplay, breast play, nipple play, biting, pinching, first time sex, praise/praise kink, protected sex, minor aftercare, post-coital cuddling

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The bed dips as he lies down beside you.

His shirt is gone, leaving his chest bare.

Getting a good sight of him from up close, your body flushes in response. The warmth running in your blood escalates further when you look down, noticing his unzipped pants with the waistband of his boxers peeking from beneath.

“Is this okay?” he gently asks you, his voice comes out in a whisper, but you can still feel his words caressing your skin.

Your body becomes tense at this point, filled with anticipation. Your nerves seem to take up the space in your mind, and they are beginning to spark like haywire when you feel Hanbin shifting closer. You can feel his warmth touching your skin even before he makes any move to touch you with his fingers. It makes you feel more hyperaware of his presence and, for the first time tonight, your self-consciousness takes the front seat.

Unable to look up at his face, you can only respond to his question with a short nod. This only draws a chuckle out of him, and he leans in, his fingers are gentle as he tips your chin up until your eyes can meet his glowing ones.

“Don’t be shy, baby. We can take this slow.” His words are reassuring, but the way he says it, with his face and smile soft yet his voice comes out almost growling with need, it drives your senses to start running wild. At the same time, it slowly strengthens your confidence to be able to ask for more when he asks again, “Tell me what you want. I’ll only do what you want me to. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so—”

“I…I want to have my first time…with you,” you whisper softly, your voice almost fading into the room, yet it also sounds a bit too loud for your own ears. Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you look up to see his reaction when you repeat yourself again, “I want to have sex with you. I want…”

Pressing a finger on your lips, Hanbin stops you from talking. “Are you sure?” he asks you. “You won’t regret it?”

It feels reassuring when he does something like this, when he shows you how much he truly cares about your feelings. You love how he keeps making sure that you know exactly what you are asking of him. But you know exactly what you want, though you can understand why he keeps worrying about it when this feels so sudden. Neither of you had expected that this would be the way you are ending the night with him. It isn’t like you had planned this all along when you first invited him into your apartment for a movie night and an extended stay-in date after coming back from your dinner date. It was an offer that you would always make after going out on a date with him, and one that he would gladly agree to whenever he could spend more time with you.

On those other nights, Hanbin would be the one to initiate it when things get heated up by the end of the night. He would be the one to make the move, to start things through his teasing words or hot kisses until he leaves your blood boiling hot with desire and need. On those intimate nights, he would always stop before things would escalate into something more, knowing that you weren’t ready for it.

But just like your invitation and your initial request, you had been the one to initiate everything this time, starting from the moment when you climbed onto his lap sometime in the middle of the movie and started grinding against his crotch until you were both high with desire. And it had been you who pulled his hands away from your breasts, snapping him out of the daze that he found himself in while he was groping at your soft flesh, admiring them while impatiently crumpling your top in the process. You never had any intention of stopping him when you grabbed his hands, however, when you suddenly had something else in mind.

“My bed. Now,” you almost begged him, and never once you had seen him moving so quickly in response. He said nothing as he lifted you up in his arms with your body wrapped around his and carried you all the way to your bed. As if your words had sent him into a trance-like state, and he stayed in it until the moment he laid you down on your bed.

Picturing what happened earlier have you smiling to yourself. “No, I know I won’t regret it. I know what I want,” you answer him with a smile. Despite never planning this to happen tonight, you have actually given this a lot of thinking, and it has been plaguing your thoughts since the day you decided you wanted to do this. With him.

“I know I asked to wait and take things slow, but…I’m ready. I want this.”

You swallow hard and muster the courage to reach up to him, to graze his bare chest with your fingers. His skin feels warm under your touch. Slightly warmer than he usually would. Moving your fingers up to his shoulders, tracing along the lines of ink marked on his skin, you feel his heartbeat pumping steadily in his chest. It grows even faster as you keep running your fingers on his chest, letting you know that he welcomes your touch just as much as you do his.

Hanbin keeps his eyes on your face as he takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips. Dragging a kiss on each of your knuckles, he draws a shudder running through your body. “I’ve been waiting for this moment—” he says between each kiss, his eyes growing darker with passion and lust with each passing second and with each kiss he gives you before adding, “—for a long time.”

As if his words aren’t enough to draw a reaction from you, he takes the tip of your finger between his lips, sucking it gently until he can hear the sound of your gasp. The corners of his lips curl up to a smile, and he slowly leans back, giving you some space. Though he doesn’t give you much time to relax when he whispers, “Take off your top for me. Let me see you.”

Sitting up on the bed, your hands are trembling as you slowly pull up the hem of your top. You can feel his eyes on you, watching closely as you carefully, tentatively, peel your top off your skin. Even with your bra still on, your skin grows hot and you feel naked and exposed already once the shirt is gone, tossed away to the side of the bed. Licking your lips, you turn to Hanbin again, catching his eyes flickering down your body. His deep gaze trails down from your chest, lingering briefly on your cleavage before going down to the exposed skin on your torso, then stops at your flimsy shorts.

Before he can say anything, you lift your hips and pull down the offensive item of clothing by the waistband, peeling it down your legs. A faint sound of moan is heard, coming from none other than your boyfriend, and it makes your skin grow tight and hot knowing that you are drawing this kind of reaction from him. You lie back down once you are done, feeling even more exposed under his gaze as he leans closer, hovering right above you.

“Beautiful,” he groans, making your chest expand under his praise. You are surprised to find how good it makes you feel to hear his compliments, and how it draws the heat from your chest down to your pulsing core. But you welcome the delightful feeling that suddenly comes rushing through you. It happens merely for a brief moment, yet you immediately crave to experience it again the moment it fades away.

Hanbin takes this moment to push himself off of the bed and start undoing his pants. His action mesmerises you, drawing you speechless until he returns to your side and snaps you out of it with a whisper, “Come here, let me take a good look at you.”

You look up at him, wondering what he meant by it. But then Hanbin gently wraps his arm around your waist and carefully brings you closer to him.

You react with a squeal, but easily melt into him when he puts his hands on you. He leans over you and starts kissing your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck after. His mouth feels so good on your skin, his warm breath fanning over your delicate neck as he continues trailing kisses around your pulse. He kisses his way down to your shoulder, before going back up to trace his lips on your chin. Your breathing starts growing quicker, and sparks of electricity begin running down your body.

While he is busy making you grow wild with his kisses, he starts rubbing his hands up and down your arms. He does it in a soothing manner to stop you from growing tense beneath him, but that only lasts until his hands make their way to your covered chest.

His hand moves slower once he reaches your thin bra. His fingers are tickling over your flesh, skirting around the curve of your breast. Your chest arches into his hand when his thumb comes up brushing across the lace cups of your bra, starting with an innocent touch that feels so delicate, before it shifts when he grows bolder with his touch and presses down on your covered nipple. Your body shudders, soft gasps escaping your lips when his kisses run lower, grazing across your heaving chest.

He stops just before reaching the top of your mounds and glances up at your face. You can see his eyes darkening right before he plants his lips right over your covered nipple, brushing a kiss from over the lace, the fabric barely does its job to shield you from his hot kisses when heat shoots right through you upon contact. Distracted by the work of his mouth and his alluring gaze, you don’t notice his hand making its way down, not until his fingers graze across the waistband of your panties and he begins toying with it. His touch moves lower, and he doesn’t stop until his fingers find the wet spot that has appeared right at the center.

“Oh, God—” you hiss out loud when he presses down it, consciously giving your folds enough pressure that you can feel his touch reaching deep within you. The sensation peaks when he does it together with the work of his mouth, as he nips and nibbles on your puckered nipple through the thin bra still covering your skin, drawing a few cries out of you.

It feels so good. The sensation fills your brain. But just when you are starting to give in to the pleasure he is giving you, Hanbin stops and pulls away, putting everything to a halt when he looks up at you.

“Can I take these off?” he whispers, but his words take a bit of time to register into your slow mind. The moment you realise what he is asking, you gently push him away and sit up.

“Let me do it,” you breathlessly say to him. Your body is still quivering, but you still manage to peel your undergarments off of your body before coming back down on the bed. But just then, as you are lying down with him almost hovering above you, his perusal gaze running down your naked skin, your self-consciousness returns. Your instinct kicks in, and you immediately cross your arms over your chest and press your legs together to cover yourself as much as you still can.

“I’m sorry…I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous, and—”

“Sshh—Don’t be. It’s okay,” Hanbin says, smiling patiently. “I’m nervous about all of this too. It feels like a huge honour that you are asking me to do this with you.”

With his whisper, Hanbin leans in to capture your lips in his. He starts with a slow kiss, yet it feels passionate and delicate at the same time. You part your lips when you feel his tongue slipping out, allowing him to deepen the kiss, taking away your apprehension when the kiss grows heated and your mouths seem to melt with each other into one. His hand reaches down, tenderly grazing on your thigh before he pulls on it, guiding you to part your legs for him. Slipping his other arm around your waist to hold you up against him, the hand that has been gripping at your thigh moves upward, capturing your wrist, and he gently begins pulling your arm away from your chest.

“I can’t look at you if you keep covering yourself,” he whispers against your lips. Pulling back, he brings your hand to his face, his lips pressing down on your palm, then to your wrist, leaving you completely transfixed to his motions and the mix of sensations which he keeps bringing onto your body.

He slides his other arm away from your body and gently captures your other wrist, pulling it away from your body before he repeats his action, kissing your palm and wrist the same way he did the other. His action is so captivating that it takes a while for your slow mind to notice what he is doing. It isn’t until he gently pulls your arms further away from your chest, once your bare chest is exposed to the chill breeze flowing in your bedroom, when you finally realise what he has been doing to you.

“These arms—” he whispers hoarsely as he lowers your arms to your sides, “—stay here. You are free to grab the sheets or the pillows whenever you need to.” Rubbing your forearms, he sets down your hands to rest on the sheets. The gentle way he is tending to you soothes your nerves, only for him to spike them up again when he smirks at you and says, “Better yet, just grab onto me. I wouldn’t mind having your hands all over me.”

The way he says those words draws an audible gasp out of you, while your reaction brings a smug grin to his face. He leans away, pushing himself up to get a better look at you now that you are no longer covering yourself.

Under his gaze, you feel completely exposed—bare to his eyes not only for your naked skin, but also your bare soul. And the feeling intensifies when his dilated eyes are drawn to your naked breasts. As if mesmerised, Hanbin runs his gaze down your body, taking everything in with rapt attention. He waits until you are no longer tense before he finally releases your wrists.

His gentle hands move down your body, finding your waist first, then proceed to trace his way down. Past your hips, he continues to go down, then carefully slips his palms to cup the underside of your thighs, bringing your legs apart. He does it ever so gently, not rushing while trying to make sure that you are still comfortable with the way he is handling your body. He stops just enough to give him space to shift on the bed and take his position between your legs. Once he is settled nicely over your body, he then runs his hands upward, tracing the inner side of your thighs with a delicate touch that still sends your skin prickling with need.

Your body tenses for a brief moment when his fingers reach up between your legs, and you hold your breath, anticipating his touch right at your tender core. Yet, he simply moves his hand away, reaching around it to return to your waist. You feel yourself relaxing from it, although there is still a hint of disappointment lingering in your chest for not feeling his touch. But that feeling quickly fades the moment you realise that he is still tracing his fingers up your torso, carrying on his journey to make his way up your body while feeling your soft curves with his palms.

He doesn’t stop until the tips of his fingers gently graze across the underside of your breasts. The touch draws an immediate gasp from you, and it surprises you when your body jolts to the touch of his fingers. Never once have you experienced this kind of sensation. It feels different compared to all those times you were touching your own breasts while trying to picture how it would feel to have someone embracing you there. Not even when he would innocently brush his fingers over them through your clothes while you were making out with him, teasing you about it without actually making it happen. And now he is making all of your fantasies come true, and the sensation is way beyond what you had ever imagined, as his hands and fingers set alight the delectable tingles which bring all your senses awake. Your back arches when he continues further, when he tenderly cups your soft flesh with his palms, feeling their weight on them.

Despite the confidence and reassurance that he has been showing you, you keep sensing all the subtle hints that he might just be as nervous as you are at this moment, allowing you to believe his words when you can feel them resonating from him. You could feel it from the first touch, when you felt him trembling, faint shudders coming out of his fingers which faded merely moments after he laid them on your skin. And now, you can feel it again, when he stalls just for a second before he begins kneading, giving tender massages on your soft mounds.

His palms and fingers move around your breasts, working on your body by giving you a gentle caress. Hanbin keeps his eyes on your face the entire time he is doing this. He keeps actively searching for a sign of discomfort, making sure to catch it in case you suddenly want things to stop.

You open your eyes and arch your back once more when his touch becomes bolder, and he takes this as a sign that you are doing okay. Still paying attention to your reactions, he moves one hand to graze the tip of your breast. A shuddering wave rocks through you when he brushes against your nipple. You can feel your nub hardening under his touch, your skin growing tighter, while your blood boils hotter when he continues, repeating the tender movements until you are used to it. He then takes your pebbled nub between his fingers, giving it a few slow strokes and pinching it in between.

Moans after moans keep slipping out of your lips, when each stroke he gives you lights up delightful sparks rushing through your body. Loving how responsive you are, he then moves to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as the previous one until the tip grows just as hard as the other. He keeps rolling his fingers around your hardened nipple, then leans down, capturing the other into his mouth.

“Oh—” you react with a gasp. Hearing this, Hanbin immediately stops and looks at your face.

“—okay, baby?” he asks you and stalls for a moment as he waits until you are giving him the green light to continue. His voice sounds breathless, but it is the way his words seem to fade in and fade out through your head which makes you feel unsure if you had indeed heard him whispering them to you.

You take this time to inhale a deep breath, and give yourself a moment to process this new sensation flowing through your body. It felt maddening when the moment his mouth grazed across your nipple and it felt like you were struck with something hot, rushing through your blood which was flowing down south. And the feeling still lingers even as he pulls away. Your nipple is still slightly wet, allowing you to feel the pulses that appear on the tip from your rushing blood, while his lips remain to hover right above it. So close, but not touching, though feeling his warm breath falling on your sensitive bud make it seem like he still has your nipple captured between his lips.

You try to focus to relax, to brush away your nerves until you are no longer fighting against the rush that is coming to life inside you. Once you are ready, you look at him and nod your head, whispering, “I’m okay,” so that he can continue.

You watch with bleary eyes as he once again takes the tip of your breast into his mouth. He starts with a light suck, kissing it briefly before wrapping his lips around it once again. Then his tongue comes licking, lapping, before he goes back to sucking again. He keeps alternating between each ministration while he maintains giving the other breast similar attention, using his fingers as he keeps rolling and pinching on your nipple, giving you a mix of sensations that keeps running wild through your whole body.

Slowly, the pleasure you are feeling from the work of his mouth, tongue, and hands begin to reach its peak. While your mind is muddled by the overload of emotions, your body seems to gain a mind of its own as it begins to move without you realising it.

Your hand comes up to him as he keeps devouring your breast, fingers sinking between the strands of his hair to keep him attached to you. Underneath his weight, your hips start moving, instinctively matching the rhythm of your pulse that comes in a constant wave from your core. The more you are lost in the pleasure, the harder you are grinding your center against his crotch. The stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs feels rough against your bare pussy, making your whole body tremble each time you rub against him.

Hanbin gives your nub a light bite, and your hips jolt upward, sending your folds brushing just a bit harder against his covered hard-on, drawing a cry out of you when you feel how hard he has become. Even while tending to your needs, Hanbin’s need begins to become more evident when he starts rolling his hips in response, grinding his covered cock against your wet core.

He releases you with a grunt just then, when all the rubbing and brushing are starting to affect his body. With a shy grin on his face, he slips his fingers through the waistband of his briefs and begins pushing them down his hips. His hard shaft springs out, pulling your attention to it. Your eyes seem to be drawn to it that you cannot look away, not paying much attention to him as he pushes the briefs all the way down his legs.

The moment he returns to you, Hanbin is completely bare. His cock twitches under your perusal gaze, while your body seems to throb. It starts from deep within your core, as the thought of him burying himself inside you comes flashing into your mind. Then it rushes upward, swirling inside your chest. It builds up your expectation, and in return, something warm is brewing inside. Something similar to a sense of hunger.

It doesn’t take long for you to recognise this feeling as desire, lust, and you choose not to fight it. The feeling isn’t something new or unfamiliar, yet you have never felt it affecting you so strongly before. Never once has it made you feel so wanton with need before the way it does now. Nothing that had felt so carnal you just feel like you are losing control of your own body just by the sight of him, or by the touch of his hands the moment they return to you.

His eyes glint an amused glow when he seems to notice this change in you, and he continues running his hands down your waist, slowly grazing your hips, and then he moves lower. Cupping his palms on the under curves of your bottom, he gently lifts your hips up, just slightly off the bed with your thighs parting further for him, giving him a clear view of your pulsing center and the wet mess that you have created.

“I wish you could take a look at yourself,” he hums as his penetrating gaze lingers on the area between your legs. The way he is staring at you feels so intense that you could almost feel it, like he is touching you without his hands or fingers, and your pussy pulses in response. “Can you feel it? You’ve grown wet down here. I bet you’d feel hot too if I touch you now. You even stained my briefs, and I’m usually the one staining them whenever you rubbed against me,” he murmurs absently while he starts tracing the tips of his fingers up and down your thighs. He stops when he gets too close to your center, yet keeps his fingers hovering just an inch away from the source of your wild throbbing.

“I—yes,” you gasp softly. Even without him touching you directly, the throbbing intensifies further, and you can feel something cold on your skin when you try to move your hips. “I didn’t realise I was making a mess on you,” you add, as you slowly process his words. Your face immediately burns hot as you recall all the time that you spent with him, all the nights making out either on his couch or on your bed, just like this.

Almost like this.

Before, you would still be able to keep your clothes on. The farthest you had ever come was when he pulled you onto his lap, the first time he introduced you to the pleasure of an orgasm with his sinful hands gripping the soft flesh of your bottoms while you were grinding wantonly against his covered cock. The memory from that night has been permanently engraved in your mind. You still remember the mind-blowing pleasure erupting from your body, something that had kept you awake on the long, lonely nights that you spent replaying that moment over and over again inside your head. Right now, as you are lying still beneath him, feeling the same desire brewing inside your body, you nearly fail to resist the urge to rock your hips to ease yourself from it.

Your body has silently been begging to feel his touch, to be relieved from this carnal need you are having. It makes you feel—worried. Not completely sure how to process this new feeling taking over you. Your instinct is telling you to fight it until it goes away, while your curiosity is slowly growing stronger, pushing you to give in and let things happen.

As if Hanbin could read through your mind and hear you questioning yourself, he gently caresses your hips, just when you are beginning to grow tense beneath him in your uncertainty. “It’s okay. Take your time. Take a deep breath,” he says, helping you to relax. So you take a moment to take in everything while trying not to panic when the rush comes back in small waves.

Every doubt quickly fades when Hanbin suddenly moves his fingers. A subtle graze comes across your folds, a brief touch that quickly arouses your senses before he takes it away. “Can I touch you here?” he asks as he once again brings his fingers closer to your center, with just the tip of his thumb teasing your folds. Your hips jolt upward. You are surprised to notice how quickly your body reacts to his touch and how sensitive you are feeling with one subtle brush of his finger.

This wouldn’t be the first time he would be touching you there. But it would be the first time for you to be able to feel his touch directly on your skin. Before tonight, you could only imagine how that would feel like. Because on those previous nights, he could only press down on your cunt from over your shorts or panties, creating a wet spot on your undergarments instead of capturing your wetness from its source.

With not a piece of clothing getting in the way this time, yet another part of your fantasy is coming to reality, and your heart beats faster as you anticipate his touch.

“Yes—” you whisper to him, ready to feel his hands on your heat the way you had always wanted. “Touch me, Hanbin.”

Hearing your plea, he no longer holds himself back. With one hand resting on your waist to keep you still, he moves the other closer to your center. He starts by rubbing his fingers on your folds, up and down, back and forth, slowly inching his way to your slit. Looking down, he drags his tongue across his lips slowly, deeply focusing on the task in hand as he gently spreads your folds, exposing your wet pussy and your swollen clit that suddenly throbs under his hungry gaze.

Hanbin gently presses the tip of his finger at your throbbing entrance, drawing a low, keen moan from you. The sound you are making seems foreign even to your own ears. It makes your skin hot, and your face flushes with embarrassment, though it slowly fades when you look at his face and notice how much he seems to enjoy watching and listening to the way you are responding to him.

He licks his lips and presses a bit harder. This time, your body doesn’t tense as much as it did, and you can start feeling the pleasure that his touch is giving you as you feel him dipping in, stopping right the moment he has the first knuckle of his finger in. Your body seems to welcome him, the unfamiliar feeling of your muscles straining to let him in gives you a slight discomfort for a brief moment, though it quickly fades as he continues. He moves his finger in and out of your pussy, and your body reacts with your muscles straining and loosening around his digit, taking time to adjust until you begin to feel a new sensation building up.

“Is this hurting you, baby?” he asks while keeping his eyes on your face, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. Whatever he sees only makes him seem amused, however, yet he remains patient, waiting until you can find your voice and let him hear your thoughts.

“No, not really. It feels…weird,” you mutter, not completely sure how to explain what you are feeling to him or to describe it with words. You feel no pain nor discomfort, just the unfamiliar sensation building up into a hot, intense rush that keeps on growing the more he continues, going an inch deeper as he strokes his finger back into you.

While you are busy processing the waves rolling up and down your body, Hanbin shifts on the bed a little, and pulls out his finger from your pussy. Before you have the chance to protest, he slides back in, changing the angle just enough to let you feel the rush multiplying into waves of pleasure, growing from small spasms to a series of intense shudders that makes your entire body shake. “Oh, that feels good.”

Hanbin takes your reaction as a cue, and he continues to slide his finger in and out of you, keeping a slow and steady pace until you are finally adjusting to him. Once he senses the change, with your hips slightly lifting to welcome the thrust of his finger and soft moans slipping out of your lips, he pushes his way in, adding another inch to reach deeper. Curling the tip of his finger as he is doing so, he brushes against your sweet spot. The first touch draws a gasping moan out of you, so he knows that he is doing it right. He keeps repeating the motion, over and over, keeping his strokes gentle all the time until you become a quivering mess under the magic that his hand is making. You grow wetter under his touch, as you embrace the pleasure that is slowly rising by rocking your hips, matching his rhythm as you grind your pussy against his hand.

“Hanbin…Hanbin, baby,” you keep chanting his name with a series of gasps and moans slipping in between. You can feel him reaching as deep as he possibly could each time he pushes his way back in, and it is starting to take him a bit longer when he withdraws from you. With each stroke he gives you, the slick sound of his finger going in and out with the help of your arousal starts getting louder and louder, just as it gets easier for him to move.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me. Look at what I’m doing to you.”

His voice fades in and out, yet you feel it sinking into your head after a brief moment. Slowly, you open your eyes, finding his face lowered just enough to get closer to you. You didn’t even realise that you had your eyes closed shut, a reaction that you made subconsciously at the height of this new sensation that has yet to show any sign of waning down. Your gaze drifts down, and only then do you finally have a closer look at what is doing to you.

His hand pushing and pulling between your parted legs, his finger going in and out of your pussy, getting more and more wet and slick after disappearing for a brief second. But the one thing that you only start to notice now is the way you are steadily moving with him, your hips rocking into his hand, as if having a mind of its own as you move rhythmically to match the movement of his hand.

“Do you see what I’m doing to you?”

Nodding your head, you reach out to grab a hold on him. Your hands find leverage on his upper arm and shoulder as you continue to rock your body onto his hand, embracing the pleasure that he is giving you.

“Tell me with words. Tell me what’s happening.”

Biting your lips, you try to push down the heat rushing onto your face before you can find the right words. “You are—” you gasp when his finger pushes against a spot inside you that causes your body to tremble. “You are fucking me with your fingers.”

Almost instantly, your face flushes with heat. You rarely ever cursed or said these words, yet it feels so right given to this very moment. As if he wants to reward you for it, Hanbin smiles and leans in to press his lips on your temple. His gentle kiss distracts you from his other hand that reaches down, grabbing gently on your wrist to guide your hand down between your bodies.

“Touch me, baby,” he whispers with a hoarse voice, his chest trembles under your palm while he moves the other all the way down. The tips of your fingers brush against his rigid shaft, drawing a gasp out of your lips when you realise what he wants.

“Okay, baby?” he tentatively asks you, only for you to nod. It brings a smile to his face, and you drift your gaze lower, watching as he helps you wrap your dainty fingers around his girth. He feels warm and sturdy against your skin. A few subtle pulses appear from the length of his cock just as you touch him. You can even feel him twitch under your touch, and as if it is even possible, he seems to grow even harder and bigger between your palm.

“You’re so hard,” you whisper to him before you can stop yourself, causing him to chuckle a little.

“Because you’re touching me,” he whispers back with a groan. Placing his hand above yours, he gently starts guiding you to move your hand, sliding it back and forth on his length to give him a light stroke. “Do it gently. Like this,” he says, and you follow suit, doing just as he is showing you. You feel him twitching in your hand again as you go back and forth, up and down his length, until he quivers a little and a soft groan is drawn out of him. “That’s it. That feels good. Keep on going, baby.”

As you continue stroking him, keeping the pace steady, he gently withdraws his finger out of you. You look down to watch him pull out, and softly sigh as he adds another finger on his way back in. “Oh…oh, God,” you gasp at the feeling of being stretched out further, and at the way your body reacts to the delightful sensation that you are still quite unfamiliar with yet definitely welcome.

The sweet pleasure runs rapidly through you. Some parts of you begin to pulse, pacing at the same rhythm as his touches. Your inner walls are clenching around him each time he draws his fingers inside you, while the tips send your body rocking with a maddening wave of bliss as he curls them to rub against your walls.

Right at the same time you are savouring your pleasure, Hanbin starts giving in to his own. You look up at him as he rocks his hips, thrusting his cock into your hand while you continue stroking him. His eyes are partly closed, while his jaw has grown slack. The sound of his breathing is mixed with a few soft moans. You take in everything, refusing to close your eyes to see what you are doing to him. Knowing that you are the one drawing these reactions out of him helps make you grow more confident.

Strangely enough, your body also grows hotter seeing him like this.

“I want to put my lips—” he says between each stroke he is giving you, pressing hard into your pussy as he breathes out, “—right here.” You gasp as you imagine him crawling down, his lips pressing on your nether lips to give it a kiss, and his tongue—which makes an appearance as he slides it across his lips—would be tasting you, pressing into your slit and moving the same way he is rubbing his thumb across your clit. Your body shakes more intensely, and you instinctively begin to rock your hips harder, faster, hoping that his touch would help snap off the knot that keeps tightening in your core.

“I want to taste you. But I’ll save it up for next time,” he groans softly. “Right now, I want to look at your face when you cum around my fingers.”

And just like that, the tight knot that you have been feeling in your core snaps. With a single thrust of his fingers inside you, a firm press of his thumb on your clit, and you come into a shuddering climax. You cry out his name as it comes through you like a wave, your entire body keeps vibrating with intense pleasure as it strikes you again and again.

Everything feels like such a blur while you are lost in the sea of bliss, that it feels like an eternity lasts while your body is jerking and spasming as you are consumed by the pleasure. Though you can still Hanbin’s presence, as he helps you ride out your high with his fingers moving slower, much slower, before he eventually comes to a halt and gently pulls out of you. His kiss on the delicate skin of your neck draws you back in, helping you to gradually start coming back to the present.

Yet the fog only fades when his grip on your hand tightens. You open your eyes, realising that in the height of your pleasure, you haven’t lost your steady hold on his hard-on. Your hand, the one that wasn’t holding on tightly to his arm, is still wrapped around his cock. The fact that you hadn’t been so lost in your bliss to squeeze around him too hard is beyond you, but you managed, and you instinctively start loosening your hold around him, only for him to stop you from making it happen.

You are unable to because he still has one hand wrapped around yours. And that same hand is still guiding you to move, even if you have been stroking him at an unsteady pace. Gathering your bearing just enough to command your body, you try to control your pace, finding a steady rhythm that would help make him feel the same pleasure as the one he gave you.

And it doesn’t take long for you to get what you want.

You continue to stroke his cock, his breath and his moans growing louder and more rapid once you repeat the ministrations at a steady pace. Not too fast, and definitely not too slow. And you are no longer gripping him too tightly, just enough to make him feel the clamp of your touch keeping a possessive hold around his pulsing cock. You keep stroking until his moans turn to whimpers, until the movement of his hand starts losing its vigour and he starts letting you set up the pace.

Soon, there is a twitch pressing against your palm, a sign that he is close. His hips shudder as it happens, and Hanbin quickly captures your wrist, stopping you from going further. His hot blood continues to pulse under your palm when everything comes to a halt, and Hanbin opens his eyes, smiling at you when he says, “That felt so good I almost came.” He starts chuckling, sighing deeply when he admits, “I don’t want it to end so soon. If I have to cum, I want it to happen while I’m buried deep inside you.”

He pulls your hand away and entwines his fingers with yours as he lowers himself. You can smell his arousal in the air, mixing together with the sweet scent coming from your body. You can feel his rapid heartbeat when his chest comes pressing against yours. Even the trembles that you caused on him are still there when you press one palm over his shoulders, though you can also feel your own trembles when his thigh comes nudging against yours, parting your legs further for him.

He then takes your attention away from everything with one lingering kiss. He kisses you on your lips, your chin, your neck, moving unhurriedly before returning to your lips with more vigour, his kiss grows so intense he completely swallows the sound of your moans.

He kisses you for a moment longer, then pulls away to reach out to the box of condoms on his nightstand. Watching this, your heartbeat begins racing.

It’s happening, you silently wonder as you watch him move.

Hanbin’s hand trembles a little as he rips the box open. The same box that you had bought on an instinct, hours before things had even begun to escalate into this very moment. He returns to you with a piece of the condom between his fingers. His gaze finds yours as he rips it open, and your hand flies up to stop him from pulling it out.

He frowns, suddenly looking doubtful. But that look is gone when you whisper to him, “Let me put it on you. I already told you that I want to learn everything.”

With a sigh of relief, Hanbin allows you to take over. His hand comes down together with yours to guide you through it, and you watch amusedly how his body quivers as you roll it down his length. His words fade into a groan when he feels your fingers on him, as if your action only turns him on even more. Again, this gives you more confidence, enough to get you to run your fingers teasingly along the entirety of his length once you are done.

Once the condom is on, you lie back down, bracing yourself and opening your legs wide for him. Your eyes are wide open as you wait for him to continue. Hanbin leans in, kissing your temple gently while slowly sliding in to take his place right between your legs. The moment he crawls on top of you, a wave of fear washes over you as reality sinks in so suddenly.

He must have seen it, because a warm smile comes to his face and he takes your hand in his. He takes a moment to kiss your knuckles, before brushing a thumb across your cheek. “You have to tell me if this is truly what you want. We can stop now if you think we’re going too far,” he whispers, and you quickly nod your head.

“I do. I still want this,” you breathe out. “I want you. I want to try and do everything with you. I’m not going back down now.”

With a proud smile, Hanbin covers your body with his. His lips return to your skin, finding your lips briefly then down to your neck again, kissing and suckling softly as the throb of his hard shaft is teasing you so mercilessly as it is laid between you, pressing against your mounds. He makes a low, rumbling groan when you subtly rock your hips against him, brushing at his length.

He is almost breathless when he breaks the kiss and pulls away, but the desire in his eyes comes out so strongly that you easily get lost in it, and you nearly miss it when he settles down in his position against your center. He takes his rigid shaft in his hand and presses the tip to your petals. You look down, noticing your glistening folds spreading around his crown, but he makes no move to push forward. With a brush of his thumb across your cheek, Hanbin calls for your attention so he could ask you one last time,

“This is it. Are you ready?”

Overwhelmed with nerves, you can only nod your head to answer. But he isn’t having it and asks again, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, baby. Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you finally answer him with a soft whisper.

In return, Hanbin presses one hand on your hips, holding you down while he reaches down to wrap his cock with his other hand to guide himself to your center. The next thing you feel is a nudge as he aligns himself at the entrance of your pussy, the thick head of his cock pressing in, and your heart starts galloping in your chest. As if he can sense your body growing tense, he looks deep into your eyes and whispers, “I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”

You look up at him as you sigh, giving him a smile. “I know you will.”

He presses the head of his cock against your pussy lips again, giving it more pressure. This time, your body no longer tenses upon contact. He also makes it easier for you to adjust to him by rubbing his cock against your slit, going back and forth with a couple of slow strokes, gathering your arousal while making your body shudder with his steady rocking. Soon, your body relaxes, and the shudders you are experiencing begin to draw soft moans coming out of your lips. And he knows right then that you are ready.

"Here we go, baby,” he says with a soft groan, and pushes the head of his cock into your tight virgin pussy.

“Ah—” you scream out when a sting of pain shoots right through you, causing you to take a sharp inhale of breath.

You had expected that it would hurt. Yet, instead of feeling as if you are being ripped into two the way you had imagined it would, the sting only comes in for a brief moment before it slowly begins to fade along with the pulses from your rushing blood. The pain feels sharp and hot that you can feel it rushing all the way down to your toes, your legs become tense because of it. Your body becomes still, while your mind seems to take a while to take in all this new sensation overwhelming you—the subsiding pain, the spasms building up inside you that are pressing around him, his presence that makes you feel so full.

Hanbin doesn’t move, giving you time to adjust to him while he waits to make sure that you are no longer in pain. He leans down and starts kissing the column of your throat, the side of your neck, pressing his lips against your pulse to help you relax. You can feel the pulses between your legs shift from pain into pleasure, your muscles beginning to welcome him instead of fighting his presence, and you begin to slightly lift your hips, rocking in small increments as your silent plea for him to start moving.

This time, his body reacts first. He quivers on top of you and subtly gasps, but he is quick to gather himself and pulls away. You open your eyes, looking up to his face to see the look of love and adoration coming out of his eyes. It warms your heart so much that it adds to the sensation when he slowly begins to move. He pushes inside a little more, gently stretching you out until he feels your muscles growing too tight for him to continue and pulls back, just enough for him to leave the head of his cock inside you.

While you dread the thought of him pulling out of you, the delightful feeling of his girth sliding and pressing against your pussy walls is distracting you enough to stop you from protesting, and so does the sight of his chest and arms flexing as he moves above you. Hanbin seems to be affected by the pulses enveloping him as well, when he moves with a low, deep groan coming out of his lips. He waits for another pulse to subside and pushes his way back in, pushing deeper this time before sliding back out. He repeats it a few more times, moving in small increments until your muscles are no longer clamping around him, allowing him to move much easier.

Soon, he begins thrusting and sliding his hard shaft in and out of you at a steady pace. With each stroke, each deep thrust he gives you, the pleasure comes in waves, rising rapidly just as he begins to push harder.

“Ohhh…fuck!” he curses under his breath, his mouth falling open. In your eyes, he appears like a whole new man overcome with lust as he rocks his hips, pumping his cock inside you faster once he gives in to his desire.

“Oh, Hanbin,” you moan loudly when he hits the right spot. You just cannot help it when your body rocks back to welcome him. The feeling of him filling you up so completely, how he keeps bottoming out at your utmost depth as he thrusts inside you is overwhelming, but you take it all, spreading your legs wider to allow him to move freely over you.

He keeps repeating the motion, delving in deep and spearing you beneath him. Low grunts keep escaping his lips with how much pleasure he is feeling from being buried inside you, while your own voice comes out almost breathless, the silent cries of pleasure you are making fading beneath the constant sounds of skin slapping against skin, the bed creaking beneath your weight, and the force of his lovemaking that keeps rocking you to a new height.

You force yourself to keep your eyes open, taking it all in, making sure not to miss a single moment of your first lovemaking. This moment feels magical, but nothing defeats the beautiful sight of your lover embracing this moment together with you. How his eyes are locked on yours the entire time he is pounding into you, how his soft cries keep escaping between his ragged breath, and how his body moves so fluently, mesmerising you while he is doing all the sinful things to your body.

You can feel him throbbing within you, just as intensely as the throbs that are formed within your pussy walls. There is so much desire written on his face while his cock seems to respond to your body. He gives one hard thrust, and you feel your muscles quivering, the familiar spasms of your impending climax coming to wake.

The tempo of your tryst continues to build up, and you almost believe that you can feel him bulging inside you and growing thicker, stretching your walls further around his width. It feels amazing, completely maddening, even, when the pleasure just keeps rising, and rising, until you feel like you have nowhere else to go from here.

“Hanbin, baby…I’m close—” you whimper to him just when your pussy walls clamp around him, your stomach coiling tightly with the need for release.

“I…so do I, baby. You feel so damn good,” he gasps, nearly growling as he speaks. He forces his head down to press his lips on yours again as he starts to cause your body to shake with his pumping hips and cock. His lips brush against yours in a sweet way while his body burns hot with lust. Then he growls to your ear, whispering in an almost commanding way which immediately sets you off, “Let go for me, baby. Cum around my cock. Come with me.”

He picks up his speed, fucking you harder and faster. A jolt of pleasure shoots straight through you, but it isn’t enough. While he continues to rock his hips, you reach down between your bodies to find the little bud that he was teasing earlier to make you come. The sensitive flesh is still vibrating with need, sparks start going through your entire body the moment you touch yourself.

But Hanbin isn’t having it, refusing to let you please yourself when he wants to be the one to give it to you. He reaches down and pulls your hand away, replacing it with his fingers instead. His thumb comes pressing on your clit, circling it better than you ever could. Your body arches as he touches you so expertly, his thumb gliding over your clit, pinching on it, making you cry out his name in your carnal pleasure.

The rush of your climax grows stronger, and you simply let go of your inhibitions. Immediately your mind goes blank, leaving no room for others but the intense pleasure ripping through your body as you fall into your blinding orgasm. Your climax sends him falling to his own, his face contorting as he embraces his release. He gives you his one final thrust, pushing into you so deep until you are screaming loudly once again when you feel like your whole world is shaken with its force. He holds you there as he makes you take his entire length as it throbs and pumps into you.

“Hanbin!” you cry out again when a smaller spasm of your climax washes through you. You welcome it by grinding against him wildly while being pinned beneath him, and he bucks into you, his cock pulsing against your walls as he spurts every drop of his release into the condom, though you can still feel the heat of it filling your insides.

Silence falls soon after, once everything comes to a halt. There is nothing left but the sounds of your ragged breathing and your pounding heartbeat. A thin layer of sweat appears between your bodies, while you feel like something is pooling underneath, something slipping out of your throbbing cunt.

It seems that the two of you have become a complete mess as you found your climaxes together. Completely sated and drained, neither of you makes any move to let go of the other, still embraced in each other’s arms while his shaft is still buried inside you.

The silence seems to last long, until he finally opens his eyes, his gentle gaze looking back at you when he smiles. Hanbin bends over you, exhaling a deep breath before giving you a slow kiss on your lips.

Keeping you distracted by it, he gently pulls out of you. The sting of pain that was left forgotten during your heated lovemaking makes its return as he slides against it, drawing a shocked gasp from you. But the sting doesn’t last, as the remnants of your climax pulses around him, your pussy still vibrating with the shadows of your pleasure to help you relax.

It takes a while for him to discard the soiled condom, and you make use of the moment of silence to gather your bearings. A touch of a warm cloth appears when he returns, and you open your eyes to see him gently tending to you, cleaning you up before wiping himself clean. You were so distracted with the waning pleasure and pain that you didn’t even notice what he was doing, but it feels so nice to be taken care of the way he is doing it to you, and you enjoy seeing him so focused on it he barely pays attention to you watching him.

Hanbin throws the cloth away once he is done with it and searches through your face upon returning to you, as if he is worried that the regret will begin to sink in. But you reach up to him, pulling him down to you so you can kiss his lips. Sighing into the kiss, Hanbin is overcome with relief, and immediately reciprocates by kissing you deeply, passionately, enough to steal your breath away yet again just when you had just managed to control it.

“Are you feeling okay? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” he begins asking you nonstop once the kiss stops, his concern is written all over his face, and you reach up to cup and stroke his cheek.

“I’m fine. I feel so good, actually. So good,” you answer him with a deep sigh, relishing on the final spasms fluttering in your core. “I’m glad I did it with you. You kept your promise on making it good for me. Thank you.”

Hearing this, Hanbin gives you a shy grin, the same grin that would always make you swoon. The wild lustful man that had taken complete control of your body is gone now, replaced by the shy and gentle young man that you have come to love so much.

“No regret, then?”

You shake your head. “None, whatsoever. And you were amazing too.”

His adorable grin widens at your compliment. “No, you were amazing,” he says, kissing the tip of your nose, while you are once again pleased with his praise. A spark of mirth appears in his gaze as he looks at you then, giving you a thrill even before he makes his promise, “And this is just the beginning.”

Your heart flutters. “Promise?”

Hanbin gives you a soft chuckle. “I always keep my word,” he whispers deeply, and you don’t really have to question him twice to know that he is definitely going to keep his word in the near future.

You part your lips to say something else. Yet instead of words, a long yawn is the only thing that you can give him.

“Tired?” he chuckles, while you can only nod to him, your mind and body grow weary as if you had just gotten all of your energy sucked out of you. “That’s fine. We’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

As he takes you in his arms, your eyes flutter shut, and you sigh heavily as you take it all in. Feeling sated, you fall deeper into the dreamlike state you have been in. You breathe in the scent of sex mingling in the air one last time, and allow yourself to be wrapped in his warmth with his hard naked body pressing against you.

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meiiuka · 1 year

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hi Mod Toko!! <3 can I request rantaro and nagito finding out that the reader has a crush on them and how they both would react??

of course, that's such a cute idea!!

rantaro amami and nagito komaeda finding out that you have feelings for them:

category: headcanons, fluff

notes: i hope i didn’t stray from the prompt too much, i tried my best to make the scenarios entertaining lol

Rantaro Amami:

• you, rantaro, and your mutual friend were having a conversation with just the three of you in a casual group setting

• the third party had accidentally mentioned that you had feelings for him while telling a “funny story” 💀 • rantaro’s first reaction is to chuckle at the news but he doesn’t really fully process what’s being said until he notices the flustered reaction on your face

• he has this moment where his eyes just kind of go out of focus and he thinks about the fact that your mutual friend just said it aloud without thinking

• he’s normally a very composed guy but this time, he can’t help but react by widely grinning and letting his excitement show in his face 😭

• the normally chill, sociable guy that you fell for is bubbling with excitement and is struggling to think of how to phrase what he wants to say smoothly

• “can the two of us have a minute to ourselves? i uh… might need a second”

• “hey y/n, so about that. when were you gonna tell me you had feelings for me?”

as you held your breath in anticipation, he completed his thought

“i wasn’t sure how i was going to tell you about my feelings, so i take this as a good way to break it to you”

• you two are both laughing at the situation (and at your mutual friend who has zero idea what they just revealed), rantaro putting his hand on your shoulder for leverage as he struggles to compose himself

• “what do you say a date for tomorrow night? it’s my turn to take initiative and put effort into this”

Nagito Komaeda:

• it started when you wrote a message to your friend about nagito: “i just don’t know what to do… i like him, but what if he doesn’t like me?”

… and accidentally sent it to nagito 💀

• the first reaction you get from him is “?” (that is, the first reaction you can see)

• on the other side of the phone he is freaking out, wishfully thinking that it might be about him, blushing PROFUSELY, pacing around, and is unsure of what the hell is going on

• you immediately send him a follow up message trying to cover your tracks but you get the feeling that he already knows

• in a way, you also want him to know so that you could just get it out there, but it’s extremely nerve racking for everyone involved

• meanwhile every single fiber of his soul is hoping that the message was about him, and that somehow you’d reveal it to be

• “not to pry but could i ask you something y/n? who is this person you have feelings for? we’re friends and i want to help you, if i can”

• this evolves into a conversation about you practically describing the aspects of nagito without actually naming anyone— but it’s exactly what he needs to deduce that you’re talking about him

• you two have the same moment of realization where the tension is so high that you just can’t ignore what you both already know

• “i think i’ll just be honest at this point,,

i’ve been talking about you, nagito. you’re the one i have feelings for.”

• he literally cannot type words. he’s paralyzed by the fact that you of all people??? liking him? no way. he must be dreaming

• his reply reads:

“if i wasn’t already obvious, i have feelings for you too… sorry if it was awkward for me to ask you that. i want to go further but i think i’m worried about ruining our friendship. i want to watch movies with you and maybe even hold hands, i wanna be closer with you. agh. i can’t even think… what am i saying??? just ignore this”

• you reassure him that it’s okay and that these are things you’ll figure out with him along the way. he buries his face into a pillow and sighs with a mixed feeling of excitement, joy, relief, and nervousness. but above all, he’s happy to know his feelings are reciprocated

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa fluff #komaeda x reader #nagito danganronpa #nagito komeada x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #rantaro x reader #rantaro amami x reader #amami x reader #rantaro amami #rantaro danganronpa

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ryuichirou · 3 months

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Trey/Vil headcanons, please?

Anon!

To be completely honest with you, the last time we got asked about this ship I was just mildly intrigued by it, but the more I think about it, the more it kind of rapidly grows on me. In fact, I ended up writing a bunch of hella long headcanons lol For some reason I have too much to say about them.

So yeah, some headcanons about these two…

I hope you enjoy <3

Vil really likes flirting with Trey. He keeps things between them “neutrally friendly” and even professional for the most part, of course, but whenever they are alone he just can’t help but tease Trey a little bit. Maybe it’s because Trey is always so well put together and awkwardly “neutral” in his reaction, as if he’s trying to deflect the flirting, but at the same time he clearly doesn’t mind it. What a cunning man: he wants to play along, but doesn’t want to make it his responsibility. But yeah, there is obvious tension between them, and if they’re left together for more than 20 minutes, their chat would turn weirdly sexual for some reason.

Vil doesn’t buy Trey’s normal guy façade for a second. He knows that he has a darker side, but doesn’t fully understand just how dark it is; he just thinks that Trey is a bit of a freak + mainly notes how Trey’s sickly-sweet niceness and overly-caring nature do more harm than good. He thinks it’s both accidental and intentional: of course it’s natural for Trey to take care of people… but he is clearly an obsessive and overprotective enabler type who has a selfish side. He is both a huge people-pleaser and someone who oversteps personal boundaries “for the sake of the better good”. A huge red flag that really irritates Vil. So he wouldn’t want to be in any type of serious relationship with Trey, he probably doesn’t even generally expect it to become anything more than just flirting, but he’s having too much fun with Trey sometimes…

Trey also isn’t really interested in any kind of serious relationship with Vil, although if he was asked about it he would say something like “come on, a guy like me? That’s just ridiculous”, implying that he is way too plain to be with someone like Vil. But this is just an excuse, because he feels like with Vil he can’t really play his usual game of overbearing kindness: he knows Vil doesn’t fully buy it. But he still enjoys getting Vil something nice every now and then: like bringing him those fancy silks from the Scalding Sands… Seeing Vil, who is usually so serious and regal, suddenly all excited and giggly is the best thing. Well, the second best after all the flirting that leads to the unbearable sexual tension that always gets cut short by some random circumstances.

Even though 90% of their flirty chats is one of them going “oh you, stop it”, when one of them finally leans for a kiss, it’ll be a pretty… reciprocal (?) kiss. So none of them would get a second to realise what’s going on, they would just start kissing. And even though they spent quite a long time playing around with the idea, exchanging flirtations and eyeing each other, once their lips touch, they won’t hold back anymore. Both of them probably wouldn’t be virgins by that time, so… the whole thing is probably going to be rather self-indulgent for both of them.

They’re not exactly each other’s type but they do find each other very attractive. It’s unusual for Trey to go for someone taller… even taller than he is in fact, but he still loved Vil’s long legs wayyyy more than he anticipated.

Trey got really surprised by Vil’s flexibility the first time they had sex. He knew that he’s pretty flexible, since he does yoga and all, but… wow. The fact that Vil was feeling playful and was showing off a little bit certainly added to the effect.

Vil also got surprised, but it was by Trey’s kinkiness. He has a pretty god radar when it comes to what people are into, but he doesn’t think about it much; so he knew that Trey is definitely into some weird stuff, but he didn’t know it was “shoving fingers into one’s mouth and touching teeth and tongue” weird. Vil isn’t sure how he felt about it: he thinks it turned him off a bit, but his body reacted way too excitedly for that to be a 100% truth.

Vil absolutely would tease Trey about him having sex with the insanely famous model: ask him about how it feels, tell him that his fans would rip Trey to pieces if they find out. And even though Trey replies with an awkward “let’s not tell them then, alright?”, his whole body gets obviously excited by this provocation.

#replies #headcanons #treyvil

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minamorsart · 1 month

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What , And how did you start pairing lotura, And Plance .?

Ooooh boy am I excited to answer this!!! This is going to be a long answer, hope you don't mind! Because I have some specific memories about these two ships, particularly lotura, that I would absolutely love to share with you!

Prepare for a long read! Hehe

Starting with lotura, when season 3 came out and Lotor made his debut, of course I was all 👀👀👀 Because that day something awoke in 19 year old me that I didn't realize could ever be awoken lol. And I wish I could remember exactly what my reaction was to his cat-and-mouse chase with Allura in the episode "The Hunted", but at the time I must not have considered the idea of them ever going in the direction of a romance. Looking back now though, how could I have been so blind??! That chase scene is HOT. I mean just look at them!!! Look at Lotor especially woah mama 😳

Season 4 was mediocre to me at the time, I will confess, for a lot of different reasons. But then season 5, man... SEASON 5!!!! I remember it was March 3rd, 2018. I wasn't keeping up with the show anymore, but I just so happened to see an article online that said season 5 had been released the day before on Netflix. I told my sister and we decided, "eh, let's watch at least the first episode."

And we watched the first episode, alright. And then another, and then another and another until we watched all six episodes in one sitting. We were both blown away! Lotor... Allura... together???? 😲

Their adventures, their chemistry, their clear attraction to one another... I was OBSESSED!!! I shipped them hardcore after that. They were and are still my #1 OTP, and it's because of them that I really tried to work hard and improve my art! I wanted to draw them all the time, making mini comics and AUs, and while their tragic ending actually left me in tears and I was upset for a really long time, I can now say that I have been able to heal and move on from it--eh, mostly anyway, haha.

It still hurts, but 5 years later I feel that I've matured and come to a greater understanding and acceptance. I have come to really appreciate how perfect they are for each other, both aesthetically of course (cuz lookit that sexual dimorphism babeyyy) as well as the many, many things they have in common. I have also come to appreciate their flaws, their imperfections, and the mistakes they made regarding each other and their relationship. They may have gotten a sad ending, but they were still truly equals in every way. It's just beautiful, and my love for them now is stronger than ever :')

For Lance and Pidge on the other hand, it's not quite as clear as when I started shipping them! I remember rolling my eyes at Lance and Allura's first meeting, like "okay Lance is one of THESE guys, here we go 🙄"

Other than that I didn't really ship Lance or Pidge with anyone! If I'm recalling correctly, I don't think it wasn't until after season 6 that I started shipping them together. I remember reading metas and analyses of their relationship that people were making in anticipation for season 7's release, and the more I thought about it, the more I started to really like the idea of Lance and Pidge getting together! And there are definitely subtle hints throughout the earlier seasons of Pidge's feelings for Lance, as well as their fun chemistry with one another, like the episode "Space Mall"!

The hints are not so subtle to me now, but back then it wasn't until I watched season 7 that I actually became hopeful that they could be a couple! I especially loved the moments when Pidge indirectly called Lance "cute, in a creepy, hideous sort of way" lol, and when Lance become very protective over Pidge in such a way that I don't think we ever saw him react before! I was honestly taken aback by that moment!

And again, their ending was definitely less than satisfactory, particularly Lance's ending (still hate it with a passion), but just like with Lotura's relationship, I have also come to appreciate many things about Plance's relationship today. While Lotor and Allura have so much in common and are able to reach an understanding with each other that they can't with anyone else, it would seem at first that Pidge and Lance are far too different to be compatible. And it is true that they are very different, but for one, that can be a good thing! The foundations of some relationships are built off of their differences. It can make someone more compassionate and more open-minded when they have a willingness to accept and appreciate the differences they have with their partner, and a willingness to take a genuine interest in the things that their partner is passionate about, even if they don't completely understand.

And two, at the same time, Pidge and Lance DO have things in common! They both love their families, both have a stronger connection to Earth compared to the other paladins, and they are able to bond with one another over fun pastimes such as video games! How cute is that??!

And just like with Lotor and Allura, I also love Pidge and Lance for their flaws. It did take me a while to come around to Lance, because while he has his funny moments and one-liners, I also found him very annoying at times lol. But I think the fact that he can be really annoying honestly makes him the most realistic character in Voltron. Not necessarily the most relatable, at least not for me, but definitely the most human! Because there are people in our real lives that we love and cherish deeply, but they absolutely have their moments where you go, "ugh, you're so annoying and it really frustrates me when you act this way" but we still wouldn't trade them for the world 🥰

And just to draw one last comparison between Lotura and Plance, I especially LOVE how incredibly different the two pairings are even from each other! To me, Lotor and Allura are sexy and passionate, while Pidge and Lance are pure and fun! They're all so unique and special in their own ways, and they bring so much to the table, both for their characters and for their relationships.

I can't help but write essays every time I get asks, I'm so sorry lol 😭 There's so much more I could say about these guys, but I think I'd better stop here haha! I had a lot of fun writing about Lotura and Plance, and I hope you had just as much fun reading this! I really love these characters a lot. I'm so incredibly grateful that they exist, even if in the form of fiction, and I'm even MORE grateful that my love for them has continued to grow over the years. Thank you so much for the ask!!!! 💖💜💙💚

Oh and one last thing: we were robbed of a lot of different potential interactions with a lot of different characters, but I have to say it would have been fun to see more of Lotor and Lance interacting with each other! Lance was always acting out due to his jealousy, while Lotor on the other hand mostly just ignored him lol.

#asks #lotura #plance #lotor #allura #vld lance #pidge gunderson #katie holt #voltron #voltron legendary defender #meta #voltron meta

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stromuprisahat · 17 days

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Alina fails to establish herself as a leader worth following

Siege and Storm- Chapter 13

Why would he? You're just some nobody deserter, who waltzed in as if she owned the place. Last they saw you, you were about to enter and destroy the Fold, then their leader's gone and hunted, more of their people murdered or forced to flee and they're kept hostage in their own home.

Alina headed from Grand Palace directly to Little Palace. Remaining Second Army Grisha are good as prisoners. How would they know they're supposed to kiss her ass now?!

I'm sorry, but did Alina forget to mention different tone of Sergei's question? Because this here reads like mere inquiry of a person trying to get a grasp on situation they're all in.

But of course, Alina's expecting a conflict, so that's what she'll get one way or another.

Touché!

Why is a teen boy with unfinished officer training the most reasonable person in the room? Sure, he counts as an adult, but there are older people with less sense. And apparently he anticipated Alina's new position. If that doesn't spell promissing higher-ranking soldier, I don't know what would.

That's a perfectly good question, Alina.

Either she's forgetting to mention his tone again, or she's hellbent on seeing Sergei as some annoying pest, who deserves to be disregarded.

Sergei has a point once again. I'm beginning to see why he trained for a higher position.

Alina cannot stand being challenged (Now, that it's finally happening.). Instead of soothing their well-funded fears, she's getting angry. And something tells me she's not a person with a firm grip on her emotions...

Again, Alina's pretty focused on viewing Sergei unfavourably.

... and Alina confirms she's completely unfit for the position, if her reaction to challenge is immediately aggression.

She should've answered Sergei's initial questions, soothe his worries, address his pretty fair points- that's what a leader does. It shouldn't come to shouting, AND she should've kept her barking dogs on a leash. THEY'RE HER GUARDS, NOT SPOKESPEOPLE! If she cannot control three guards and possible deserter, how can she expect obedience of a large group of justifiably scared and confused people?!

Words, words, words.

A girl, who just almost killed the lot of them claims their life-long protector's evil, and only SHE can attest to it. Of course they'll follow her now. You don't argue with a psychopath. You don't try to convict a violent madman of their delusion. Certainly not when they're holding a knife.

(For someone, who insists the Darkling ruled through fear, she sure makes a show of avoiding "his" methods.)

What about starting with "The Darkling used the Fold to destroy Novokribirsk."? Power means nothing, if used incompetently.

... or I will have you in chains. Honest at last!

I am a soldier. Since when?! LOL

And how does that have anything to do with the obedience she requires from them?!

Chance makes it sound as if Alina were their saviour. Sure, she believes it, but considering her demonstration a moment ago and the rest of her speech, "option" would be more fitting.

It's understandable Alina's emotional! She almost ~murdered~ someone!

Yeah, but if she wants to lead, she'll have to learn to FACE her fuck ups, not run blindly from them, leaving others to fend for themselves and deal with the consequences...

... and that's almost untrained Alina with two amplifiers and a few dozens disobedient minions.

Now make it three and a whole country. I'm sure she'd make much better ruler than the Darkling could ever hope to become. Kind and peaceful...

On the other hand, it would be amusing to watch from safe distance.

#Grishaverse #S&S Chapter 13 #Alina Starkov #Sergei Beznikov #grishanalyticritical #self centred and paranoid #Second Army #Siege and Storm #Grisha trilogy #V #books #quotes #Leigh Bardugo

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shuniverse · 1 year

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new color? ,,| l.f

🖋️ got my hair redone and I thought I’d write a fic involving it <3 also I am SO SO SO sorry about all the requests just sitting in my drafts, accumulating dust. ESPECIALLY my jisung one. whoever sent that in I’m so sorry pls forgive school is hectic and life is hectic and I spurted out this short blurb on a whim 😭

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💌 f!reader (self inserting at this point lol), lots of hair play cuz lix would do that, cute stuff cuz I didn’t wanna take this in a smutty direction lol (may do that later tho 🤭), lix does reader’s hair, they’re so in love please gimme that I beg

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you take a step into your shared apartment, your hair resting freshly done on your shoulders.

the pretty deep purple accentuates your facial features perfectly, the curtain bangs framing your face.

you’ve wanted to get your hair done for a while now, your hair has gotten boring and your old color has started washing out so much that it doesn’t even look as beautiful and vibrant anymore.

but, you were excited to see felix’s reaction, and you are endeared seeing him in your guy’s kitchen, making dinner instead of his usual treats he adores, the sweets everyone knows him for, those yummy brownies no one can seem to get enough of.

you decide to hide yourself before he notice, so while his back is turned to you, you walk around the kitchen island and snake your hands around his waist resting your head on his back. he startles a bit, his hand jolting what was stirring the Mac and cheese he was making.

he smiles registering the familiarity of the hug, his free hand coming down to rub softly on your wrist, the pretty bracelet he bought you hung around it beautifully.

“hi, sweetheart.” he sighs fondly, reaching a hand back to gently rub your head, not realizing it’s different than when he touched it just this morning.

“heyyyy, sunshine.” you giggle, and he’s a bit confused, but figures you’re just happy. which, to be fair, isn’t far from the truth.

“you have a good day today?” his question makes you smile more.

“mhm! it was good, been missing you all day. and and and- lixie, guess what.”

he giggles. “what’s up princess?”

you giggle in response. “close your eyes, then after that turn around.”

he nods, taking a pause from his stirring, closing his eyes, an adorable smile on his face as he waits.

you shimmy from excitement, fixing little stray pieces of hair and straightening your shirt, you look at him with anticipation.

“okay.. open!”

and so he does, his pretty chocolate eyes looking at you with that same adorable smile, until it turns into one of awe.

“oh my god! you dyed your hair!”

you nod and laugh as he reaches forward, a love-filled and awed expression as he plays with the strands in his ringed fingers.

“and cut it.” you add, a happy smile on your face at his reaction. his eyes widen more.

“oh. my. GOD. you are so beautiful it physically pains me.”

you laugh, swatting softly at his hand that squishes your cheeks. “you’re cute when you’re excited, lix.”

he grins, cupping your face, kissing all over it, before kissing your head. he gazes into your eyes with one of the biggest heart-eyed looks he’s ever given.

“you, princess, are absolutely exquisite.”

his words, in that deep and velvety register, make you blush, tingling from head to toe, as you get shy. “l-lixxxx-“

“hush, no, you are gorgeous honey, jaw dropping even. after dinner can I do your pretty hair, baby?”

you softly nod, smiling as he holds your face to bring your lips to his, kissing you slowly, before pulling away after a few seconds. he gives you that gorgeous smile of his, which seems to be contagious considering you smile more yourself.

“dinner will be done here soon, okay? just go make yourself comfy and turn on a show, pretty, I’ll be in soon.”

you swear you give him the biggest heart eyes ever, and he kisses your forehead. “well go on, baby, no need to dawdle.”

you giggle and walk to the living room, sitting on your couch and turning on an anime you and felix have watched a billion times. it’s not super long before he’s walking in, half of his pretty blonde hair up while the rest lays softly on his neck, with two bowls of mac and cheese, and little fruits on the sides. not ideal, but it tastes good either way. felix wasn’t much of a chef anyhow, mainly skilled in baking and such.

but you’re not gonna complain, not when he sits down next to you with a soft smile on his freckled face, not when he carefully hands you the very warm bowl of perfectly cheesy elbow noodles, not when he rests and nuzzles his head onto your shoulder for the warm physical contact he craves constantly. he’s so perfect, you can never complain, and you’d never even want to.

he looks up at you, those gorgeous, deep coffee eyes gazing at your face with adoration. you can’t help but lean down and kiss his forehead, nose and lips, the plumpness of them almost standing as little pillows for your own.

he can never get enough of you, or you of him. it’s perfect, really.

soon, the noodles and assorted fruits are gone, the anime forgotten as you and felix talked for a long while, all while he makes little braids into your newly dyed and cut locks, and finally putting it into two little pigtails.

he shows you what you look like when he takes a(n adorable picture, he thinks) photo, and you giggle happily and hug him, smiling.

he kisses your head, holding you snug in his arms, returning the same warm smile. “I love you so so much, princess.”

you smile more. “I love you too, lixie. so so much.”

and soon, it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep with him like that on the couch, the anime just background noise while you hold each other.

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IM SO SORRY FOR MY HIATUS I PROMISE ITS NOT ON PURPOSE

to whoever sent in that jisung requests a month or so ago, I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten it out yet, I’ve been so busy and it’s the end of the school year for me and everything is hectic I’m so sorry 😭

but, even with my irregular posts, I hope you enjoy this anyhow! feel free to like/reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!

#skz imagines #skz fluff #lee felix #lee felix drabbles #felix imagines #felix x reader #felix fluff #lee felix x reader #lee felix fluff #felix drabbles #skz felix #lee felix imagines

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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years

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Pink Scarf - PART 6! (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: SEX. Some of it is on the rougher side. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 6858

A/N: This part is HUGE, y'all, a monster! So much is happening. I'm sorry, I just could not for the life of me pair it down or find a good place to break it up, so I'm hoping you're all okay with the ginormous size of this part!

And y'all-- your reactions, reblogs, messages, and comments--I couldn't believe what an amazing response I got for Part 5, like I actually teared up, no lie. I can't tell you how glad I am that you are rooting for our reader and falling in love with/getting hot for EP as much as I am as you read! I hope you like this part, too, cuz I've got some good stuff planned for them coming ahead. (I'm a sucker for angst and tension, if you can't tell!)

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks since now I know how they work lol)! I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues.

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

(Listen, I chose this picture for very specific reasons for this part, so enjoy!)

The secret of it thrills you now, sitting there in the round booth with the other ladies before the show begins. The scarf still smells like Elvis, and each time you catch a whiff, it reminds you of his skin on yours. You smile inwardly at the thought.

You’ve shoved your earlier humiliation down as far as it will go, choosing to not let Jack ruin your night. Nothing really has changed, you convince yourself, things are only confirmed. You didn’t tell the others what happened, instead overcompensating, throwing yourself into having a good time, fueled by anticipation from the pink silk knotted around your neck and what might happen when Elvis sees it.

Finally, the lights go down and the crowd cheers. The Sweet Inspirations were a wonderful opening act, but you all know who you are really here for. The band starts playing and you feel your heart rate increase. The entire room is excited, though a nervousness underlies your own excitement. What if he doesn’t notice? What if it was all an act to placate you? What if he’s changed his mind?

You can’t dwell too much on it because Elvis enters and the room goes wild. He walks on the stage, in all black tonight, looking like a panther stalking the jungle, and you have to keep yourself from jumping out of your seat. Your heart hits your stomach at just how incredible he looks, and even though you can sense an initial nervousness in him the first few songs, he captivates the crowd immediately. He runs through all his old hits before heading into a breathless and charming monologue about how he ended up here, and somehow, he has you just as mesmerized, if not more, than the rest of the ladies in the audience.

He's obviously in good spirits, laughing frequently as he messes around with Charlie and the backup singers, changing the lyrics to some of his old hits to funny or naughty things, making the raucous, well-imbibed midnight audience laugh with him. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how he commands such a large room with ease, making every person feel seen even though they are just a sea of faces.

His voice sounds good, though maybe a bit tired with it being the second show of the night. He doesn’t let it affect his performance one bit, however. He is as energetic as ever and you become increasingly distracted by the way his body moves up there, thrusting in time with the drums, your mind unable to forget how he was doing the same to you less than 48 hours ago.

Heat flushes your body as you desperately squeeze your thighs together, because the more his baritone croons and the more he moves, the more you can picture him, feel him, on top of you. You are struck by how similar his performance seems to those intimate moments, just how turned on he looks playing and singing up there in front of the crowd. That mischievous glint in his eyes, the way his jaw clenches, how his lips pull, and that damn gritty whine in his voice the further up he goes in pitch—it all feels so very seductive. Even his fast, even vibrato has you shifting in your seat. You are thankful for the darkened room because you know your cheeks must be on fire and you can’t blame the unfinished martini sitting in front of you on the table.

You cannot tear your eyes from him, drinking in every inch, so captivated that you barely register when he brings the lights up to kiss his way through the audience during a rendition of Love Me Tender. Part of you feels a little jealous of all the girls, but as Elvis comes closer and closer, your heart speeds up and all you wonder is if he will have a chance to see you through the sea of women surrounding him. You fear he won’t, and prepare yourself for disappointment, reminding yourself that you’ll have access to him after the show anyway.

You need not have worried because he seems to sense you through the crowd, his blue eyes finding yours instantly as he nears the table. It is only for a second, as the barrage around him is intense, but his eyes flit down to the scarf and back up to your face, giving you a small grin and a wink before being consumed by the crowd once again.

You sit on your hands to keep yourself from leaping from your seat and attacking him right there and then. Just a few nights ago, you would’ve been absolutely mortified at this reaction to Elvis, but after everything that’s happened in the last few days, you can’t bring yourself to care, instead letting yourself get swept up by the feelings in your body. The heat flowing through you is intense, and you can’t seem to catch your breath. He saw you, alright, and now all you have to do is wait.

Which is easier said than done because your body is already ridiculously aroused. The more he sings and the more you watch, the more wetness pools between your legs. You have never in your life been aroused in a room full of people, and the more you try not to think about him, the worse it gets because he is right there, looking like that, seducing you without even trying.

Finally, he begins Can’t Help Falling in Love, bringing the show to a close, and Sonny rushes out to usher you all away from the table and get you backstage before it ends. You can’t help but fiddle with the scarf and the TLC necklace beneath it, both of which mark you as Elvis’, as you wait to see him.

You become increasingly aware, however, that you need to keep cool. Everyone is milling about, so any glances or words could be seen or heard easily. However, Jack is paying no attention to you whatsoever, making you somewhat infuriated but not surprised (though if he did pay attention to you in this moment, you might slap him in the face, so it’s probably better this way, you think). Pushing that aside, nervousness, laced with a little excitement at the danger of it, floods through you. It is all forgotten the moment you see Elvis walking towards all of you. You stand as casually as possible, attempting to make conversation with the ladies around you, waiting patiently as he greets everyone backstage.

He is drenched in sweat, blotting himself periodically with the towel around his neck as he slowly makes his way through the group. You feel that magnetic pull towards him as he lightly hugs everyone, a need that has your limbs tingling and forcing yourself to stand still. Then finally he gets to you, pulling you a little tighter, his hand gripping at your waist. You circle your hands to his back, the heat of his exertion rolling off him in waves, and you are overwhelmed by being so close to him again.

“Great show, E,” you manage to say breathlessly as he brings you closer.

He leans in quickly. “Wait for Jerry, baby,” he whispers so quiet in your ear, you almost question that he spoke at all.

Shivers rush through you, both in acknowledgement and anticipation. You squeeze him in a silent reply before he moves along.

Now you just need to figure out how to separate yourself from the pack without it seeming suspicious. But before you can think of something, Jerry is already pulling you to the side, as the others talk excitedly and make their way out. No one even seems to notice you’ve stayed behind.

You and Jerry look at each other for the first time since the incident with Jack earlier in the night. Part of you is suddenly worried about his judgement—it must be quite obvious to him what’s going on between you and Elvis, and he probably thinks it’s only a way for you to get back at Jack. You want to tell him it’s not, at least not just that, but he just looks at you knowingly.

“We have to wait until EP kicks everyone out of his dressing room before I take you back,” Jerry says.

“Jerry, it’s—” you begin.

He throws up a hand. “It’s none of my business, y/n, really. And I’m a vault when it comes to EP’s personal activities, so you don’t got to worry about that.” He pauses before continuing, “And after what happened earlier…well, you do what you gotta do.” He gives you an empathetic look.

“Thanks, Jer,” is all you can think of to say.

He only nods, then looks at his watch.

You can’t bring yourself to make small talk after that. After a few decidedly awkward, silent minutes, he motions you forward, leading you through hallways until you reach the door that says, Dressing Room of Elvis Presley. Your heart flip flops and suddenly you wonder if this is such a good idea after all. Doubt creeps in—how could Elvis, of all people, want to be with you when your own husband doesn’t want you? The thought makes your heart sink, but the part of you that is pissed off reminds you that Jack can go fuck himself.

Jerry listens at the door for a moment, then nods before letting you in. You know he’ll guard the door from anyone looking to enter, so you aren’t worried about that, but it feels a little ominous the way he closes the door behind you with finality.

Alone, at last.

The dressing room is huge, comprised first of this huge waiting room, which is currently empty, save for you. Further in, there is an open door leading to a private dressing area and then a bathroom beyond that. Elvis is not in this area, but the beautiful timbre of his voice, singing a gospel song, echoes from beyond, deeper in. You are drawn to it, slowly walking towards it as if hypnotized. The sound is so lovely it raises the hairs on your arms. Even though you just sat through 90 minutes of him singing, this is different, much more private, and it almost feels like you are eavesdropping. Suddenly, you feel an overwhelming swell of emotion for this man.

Pushing it down and clearing your throat, you alert him to your presence. “Elvis?”

The singing stops abruptly. “Come on back, honey!” he calls.

Nerves flutter through you as you walk back into the private dressing area. He’s not in here, so you place your clutch on a coffee table and straighten your dress, checking your reflection briefly in the vanity mirror before hesitantly making your way back to the bathroom.

You pause in the doorway, suddenly feeling rather bashful. Elvis is wearing a lush purple robe, his back to you, but sensing your presence, he turns immediately to face you.

He takes your breath away, even now. He’s positively glowing, most likely from the high of his performance, his hair still wet with sweat and plastered on his forehead. A grin spreads over his handsome features.

“You changed your mind,” he states.

“I did.”

“Hmm,” he muses. Then he fully takes you in, his eyes slowly roaming down your body in such a way that makes you flush from head to toe, your breath heaving in your chest. He glides towards you, cat-like in his smoothness, stopping right in front of you.

“That’s quite the little dress,” he says looking down at you, voice low, as his fingers toy with the hem. “D’you wear it just for me?” You can feel his fingertips lightly brush the bare skin of your thigh in the process and you can’t breathe. All you can do is nod.

The tension is thick, heavy, and when you look up at him (because how can you not), you feel like you are being sucked into a whirlpool. Those oceanic eyes take you in so quickly, you barely remember your nerves from a moment ago, the events that pushed you here, or even your own name.

His other hand plays with the scarf at your neck. “I’m glad you’re here,” he breathes, pulling you up into a kiss, his lips brushing yours softly.

You melt into him with a small sigh, your palms on his chest, clutching the front of his robe. God, you’re a goner and you’ve barely been here a minute. He smiles against your mouth, pleased by your response.

“I gotta shower, baby, then I’m all yours,” he says, kissing you lightly on the cheek. You must look disappointed because he chuckles, “Trust me, baby, ya’ want me to shower,” then he playfully swats you on the ass.

“Elvis!” you yip and squirm a little, as the arousal that’s been building in you the past two hours is nearly unbearable now that you are this close to him, now that you can smell and touch him. You are sure he knows this by the sly grin he gives you as he spins around and turns on the water in the tiny shower. When he strips off his robe, you gawk for a moment and then nearly follow him in the shower, and probably would have, too, except it barely held his tall frame, much less a second person. Though you soon have quite the view through the glass door as he lathers his body with soap, and suddenly, being out here isn’t so bad.

“You’re awful quiet, y/n,” he says, eyes closed, as the water streams over his head, then down his face and lean body. You bite your lip and lean back on the counter, watching as the rivulets cascade down his tan, perfect frame. You can’t help but rub your thighs together, desperate for friction.

“I’m enjoying the show,” you say. It comes out sultry, so much so that Elvis turns to look at you over the top of the door, wiping the water out of his eyes. He then looks down, realizing the door is glass, and laughs that beautiful laugh of his.

“You dirty, peepin’ Tom! Here I thought you were a nice girl,” he tsks.

“Oh, no. I can be quite naughty,” you reply, openly staring at his wet, naked form. The moment it’s out of your mouth, you can’t believe you said it, and based on the way his eyes widen, he can’t either. You don’t know what’s gotten into you.

Yes, you do.

Immediately, your cheeks are on fire, but then his eyes shift from surprise to lust and that warmth, that coil in your lower belly begins tightening in earnest.

“Pull your dress up for me, baby,” he says.

“What?”

“You heard me. Lean back and pull that sexy little dress up your thighs,” he commands. His voice is serious and deep, his eyes darkening. He’s never talked to you like this, but it sends a warm thrill right down your center, pooling at your core.

You can’t help but do what he asks and start to shimmy your dress up until your panties are almost showing.

“Further,” he demands, watching you carefully as you obey, your lacy, black underwear now on full display. Your heart thrums with anticipation in your chest.

“Hmm,” he tuts approvingly. “Scooch back on the counter and lean against the mirror.”

You follow his directions, hopping up, the marble countertop cold on the bare backs of your thighs. You watch as he slowly washes his body, taking his sweet time, a sexy quirk of his eyebrow telling you he knows exactly what he’s doing, though you aren’t privy just yet to the inner workings of his mind.

“Put your heels on the counter and spread wide for me,” his baritone vibrates, becoming thick with lust. You do as asked, feeling incredibly exposed. You don’t think your face could get any redder at this point.

“Good girl. Now, reach into those pretty panties and touch yourself,” he orders. At first, you think you must have misheard him, he couldn’t possibly be asking you to…

“Don’t make me tell you again,” he barks, though the mischievous glint in his eyes tells you all need to know.

Normally, you’d feel mortified at this, but he’s bringing out a side of you you’ve never encountered before. Slowly, bashfully, you reach down under the waistband of your panties, discovering quickly that they are already embarrassingly soaked and have been for some time. You find the sensitive bundle of nerves and your eyes flutter closed when you finally have that friction you’ve been aching for.

“Nuh uh. Look at me,” Elvis commands. Your eyes pop open and you see his attention is fixed on you, gaze dark and wanting, his body rigid and still, as you rub circles on your clit. It’s absolutely obscene and maybe the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

“Run your fingers down your pussy, then pull them out and show me how wet you are,” he orders, his voice gruff. You do as you are told, running your fingers through your folds and pulling them out of your underwear to show him. They glisten, sticky with your arousal.

“Tell me why you’re so wet, baby,” he demands with an eagerness that thrills you.

“Apparently, watching you perform for an hour and a half gets me all hot and bothered,” you reply honestly, demurely.

He groans then, turning the shower off. “Take them off. Take off your panties.” It’s still an order, but a little breathless, hurried this time.

You obey, but slowly, making a show of hooking your fingers, pulling them off your hips, and shimmying them down your legs before disposing them on the floor. You place your heels back on the counter, leaving your core completely exposed to him. He’s trying to keep his face serious, neutral to your advances, but you can see him start to crack, his tongue darting out to moisten his lower lip, his eyes ablaze.

“Look at me and pleasure yourself.” The command is heated, fierce, wanting, making your heart beat faster. You make a point of running your fingers through the ample wetness that has gathered between your thighs before setting to task on your clit. You nearly falter under his intense gaze, biting your lip to keep yourself with him.

Beyond the steam-fogged glass, you can make out when Elvis grabs his cock in his hand and starts to lazily tug on it, and that in and of itself sends a surge of heat through you that has you quickening your pace. A quiet, “oh,” escapes your lips and, seeing your arousal at his actions, he makes more of a show of jerking himself off.

“Use your other hand, your fingers, honey,” he utters, fully breathless now. You reach down, doing something you’ve never done to yourself before, and insert a digit into your weeping hole. It slides in effortlessly and you moan, unable to keep your eyes open.

It’s not enough, not nearly enough. You can’t reach the places you need to and only succeed in bringing yourself somewhat close to the edge. Your eyes fly open, and you watch him and his gorgeous, perfect self as he jerks off to you, and it’s not nearly enough.

“I…Elvis…I need you,” you finally whimper and that’s all it takes. He’s out of the shower and his long legs cross the space between you in an instant.

“I got you, baby,” he says, placing his wet body between your open legs before sliding two long fingers straight and deep into your pussy. You cry out loudly at the welcome intrusion, and his jaw clenches as he begins relentlessly thrusting, pumping into you, his other hand furiously working your clit. He’s so completely focused on you, his brow furrowed, and then he leans forward and begins sucking and lapping at your upper lip with his tongue.

Oh, god, that coil inside you, the one that’s been building for hours, is so tight, so ready to explode and he’s only just touched you. His wet tongue expertly mimics the motion of his fingers, and the sensation drives you straight to the edge of the cliff.

The wave of heat is building, building so high as he finds that one spot deep inside you, curving his finger the slightest bit. As soon as he hits it, that’s it for you—your entire body bucks off the counter, pushing him even deeper into your clenching heat. You can barely breathe, clinging to his wet shoulders as if your life depended on it, those stars from a few nights ago making a reappearance behind your closed eyes. Finally, that denied, coiled heat explodes inside you, your entire body shuddering hard, over and over, against him, around his fingers, with a strangled cry of release.

“Oh, yeah, baby. That’s my good girl,” Elvis coos in your ear as he pulls his fingers out of you. You are still flying high, high above, aftershocks of pleasure radiating through you, as he pulls you off the counter and into his still-wet arms.

“Baby, whatchur doin’ to me…need you so damn bad, and I ain’t got it in me to be very gentle ri’ now,” he mutters, accent thick and barely understandable, his lips dragging on your neck. You moan into him, and he flips you around, his hands roaming up and under your sequined dress. Quickly, he walks you forward a few steps until your breasts are against the bathroom wall. He moves in behind you until he’s pressing the length of his wet body into you, trapping you against the wall with his comforting weight, his cock hard against your ass.

Roughly, Elvis uses his knee to open your thighs from behind. You are delirious with him, the feel of him, still reeling and sensitive from your orgasm. Without warning, he thrusts into you from behind so hard you nearly see stars again.

“Ohmigod, Elvis!” you cry out, pushing back against the wall with your palms, raising up in your heels on your tip toes to try and accommodate the surprise of his length.

“Fuck, honey…why you gotta be so tight and wet for me, lil’ mama?” he murmurs into your neck, drunk on you, one arm wrapping around your hips to hold you to him, the other hand next to yours on the wall. True to his word, he is not gentle: he begins to drive into you hard, his grunts and groans heated in your ear, the sound alone swirling down your body and reigniting your core.

Still reeling from your climax, you can’t help the punctuated, high-pitched sighs escaping you with each deep press of his cock into you. You are so full of him that it’s uncomfortable despite your wetness, but with each thrust, you adjust around him, taking all of him the best you can. Desperate for purchase, your fingernails dig and scratch at the plaster as he takes you from behind, fucking you into the wall.

Perhaps noticing your discomfort, Elvis pulls on your hips, walking you both back a bit until you are angled, palms sprawled against the wall, ass fully entrenched in his pelvis. It is somewhat more comfortable, and the grip he has on your hips eases slightly. He slows a bit, intoxicated by consuming you with each inch of his long dick.

“Look, honey,” he pulls your attention over your left shoulder. You see the two of you reflected in the large mirror over the counter, both panting and flushed, joined in the most intimate of ways. It startles you a little, how undeniably sexy it is.

“Goddamn, look atchu, doll, so beautiful and takin’ my cock so good,” Elvis breathes, watching you and watching himself fuck you in the mirror. He is so gorgeous, so completely aroused, that you can’t pull your eyes away. The way his pouty mouth puckers and his eyelids drop so you can see the fan of those long, dark lashes, how his body still drips with water from the shower. The sight of him taking you like this has tingles coursing through you, every nerve on edge and on fire. He begins to thrust harder, and your eyes roll back as he hits that spot, the one only he seems able to hit.

You can’t watch anymore because you are too overstimulated as it is with the feel of him plowing into you, hands digging into your hips. You begin to push back into him, meeting his thrusts now, your arms and legs starting to shake with the effort and pleasure. You don’t even recognize the sounds coming from your throat, a mixture of moans and the whisper of his name over and over, like a mantra.

With his deliciously relentless fucking, you’re not sure how much longer you can hold this position. Your arms are beginning to give way and your legs tremble uncontrollably. “E…E…I..can’t…hold myself…,” you breathe out in between thrusts.

“Sorry, baby,” he says apologetically, “Too excited.” He pulls out of you, brings you upright, and turns you around in his arms. You practically fall into him as he presses your back into the wall, using his naked body to support you. Grateful, you take the moment to look into his eyes, to push his dripping wet hair back off his forehead, brush the water from his cheeks. Your chests heave, mouths so close his breath mingles with yours, the tension still thick between you.

Then his lips are hot on yours, messy and wet and needy and all you can do is give in completely. Your body melts into his, dizzy with him, limbs weak. His strong arms wrap around you, keeping you against him, not letting you fall. He kisses you like you are the last woman on earth, like this is his last day on earth. In this moment, there is nothing else but Elvis and how he is making your body sing. Never in your life have you felt like this—so dangerous, untethered, vulnerable.

Breaking the kiss, his lips ghosting over your face, he whispers, “I need you, y/n.”

God, it’s so raw, so true, and you’re not sure if he means physically or emotionally or both, but in any case, it makes your heart fly.

You look deep into his eyes, so he knows you mean it. “Then take me, Elvis.” It comes out breathless, sensual.

He picks you up by the waist and lays you on the counter, nestling between your thighs, his hands massaging up them, lifting your dress back up to your waist. Brushing his fingers lightly over your clit, your wet heat, he teases you. You arch up in response, hungry for him, any part of him.

He knows it. Grabbing his cock, he slides it up through the wetness of your folds, using the swollen tip to draw circles on your clit. You gasp in response, still so sensitive, and he feels oh, so good.

“You like that, baby?” he purrs.

“Mm hmm,” is all you can manage to get out as you undulate your hips. You can see he’s struggling to be gentle, struggling to hold it together for you, so you give him what he needs, what you both need.

“Fuck me, please,” you mewl, moving his cock to your entrance.

Elvis growls, gritty and deep, as he plunges into you. You are ready for him this time, taking his length more easily in this position. The counter is cold and hard under your back, but you don’t care as you wind your hand between you and rub your clit in time to his unyielding thrusts. He looks wild above you, his raven hair dripping, eyes feral. You’ve never seen him like this before, and it sends shivers through you. They shoot down your spine, your arms, your legs, to your fingers and toes, curling around the unending heat that builds in your lower belly, encasing him within you.

You notice how his eyes dart up to watch himself fuck you in the mirror before looking directly at you, up and down, up and down. He can’t get enough of you, can’t get enough of watching himself get enough of you, and putting two and two together, it comes to you.

He likes to watch.

Interesting. But you don’t have time to dwell on it because then he’s putting his knee onto the counter outside of your leg (damn, all that karate has made him flexible), pulling you forward, and lifting your hips, gaining a whole different kind of leverage. His next thrust is so deep you feel like you are going to fly off the edge of the world. You vaguely hear yourself crying out his name but are so completely consumed, so fucking filled that there is nothing you can process other than his dick inside you and the frantic speed of your fingers trying to keep up.

Your orgasm hits so hard and so fast that you don’t even have time to warn him, your whole body just tenses so tight and then he hits that spot, and everything turns red hot before you shatter. A strangled cry comes from your throat, and you shudder, your walls squeezing his cock hard.

“Oh, jesus fuck, woman!” he groans, unprepared for the way your body flutters around him. “Huh, huh,” he pants, trying to hold on, but he can’t stop what’s coming. You feel your pussy milk him for all he’s worth as his hips stutter into yours with one last deep thrust. His mouth clenches, then goes slack jawed with an eye-rolling moan.

“Oh, god. Goddamn, baby,” he mutters, accent drawling, eyes closed as he stands over you. If you could speak, you’d likely be saying the same thing, but your body is rubber and you are speechless.

Finally, he comes back into himself, opening his eyes dreamily, looking down at you, completely sexed. You can only imagine you look the same, based on how you feel.

He pulls out and helps you to sit up. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” hums almost reverently, caressing your cheek, looking down at you through those impossibly long lashes. Then he bows down and kisses you sweetly.

The sentiment is not lost on you, even in your sexed-out haze. Elvis Presley thinks you of all people are beautiful.

Elvis hands you a washcloth off the counter, then dries himself off, running the towel through his wet hair, making it fluffy. You clean up and put yourself back together, pulling your dress down and straightening the pink scarf at your neck. He throws on his robe, and as you reach for your long-discarded panties, he swoops them up before you can grab them.

“Elvis, give me my underwear, please,” you say, putting your hand out and lifting an eyebrow.

“Nope, they’re mine now, woman,” he grins slyly.

“E, I need them!” you protest with a laugh, reaching for them. “I don’t have that many pairs with me here in Vegas!”

He just shakes his head and holds them up out of your reach. “I’ll buy you a thousand new pairs, baby, but these ones are mine,” he says, then kisses the tip of your nose.

“Seriously?! Elvis, you’re just gonna let me walk around the hotel with no underwear on with you…leaking out of me?” you vehemently whisper the last part. It’s completely scandalous to you.

He nods, “Precisely, baby.” Standing in the doorway, he makes a show of bringing the panties up to his nose and takes a deep, long whiff. The look on his face turns from joking to heated in an instant as he locks eyes with you and puts the panties into the pocket of his robe. “I’m gonna think of it all night long and into tomorrow.”

After what you two just did in the bathroom, you didn’t think you could blush any harder, but you feel your face heat up with the suggestion of what he’s saying. His eyes sparkle at you with that wicked grin on his face and you know you’ve lost this battle.

It doesn’t stop you from huffing a little, though. If he hadn’t just completely wrecked you and if you weren’t flooded with happy hormones, you might fight him on it, but you both know it’s not going to happen.

“Well, fine. I’m gonna to shower then,” you decide. Turning from him, you unzip your dress, let it fall to the floor, and unhook your bra to do the same. This leaves you in only the pink scarf that is still tied around your neck. You know your backside is on full display and you can feel Elvis’ eyes burning on you. Without looking at him, you make a little show of unknotting the scarf, holding it out to the side, and letting it flutter to the ground.

A wolf whistle comes from the doorway. “Remind me to take your undergarments more often, lil’ mama,” he jokes, but there is a passionate nature to it. “And damn if giving you that scarf wasn’t the best decision I ever made.” You just throw him a smile over your shoulder, grab a washcloth, and turn on the shower.

Your body still feels like rubber, and your back is a little sore from the hard counter, so you opt to take it slow, relishing the feel of the hot water on your muscles. You try to make sense of what’s going on in your head, but you just can’t, not yet, brain too foggy from sex. You’ve only had sex with him twice and Elvis is already expanding your horizons quite a bit in that area. It’s like you didn’t truly know what good sex even was before you experienced it with him. The aftermath leaves you a little lightheaded.

In your daze, you don’t even notice that you’ve started singing since it is just something you always do when in the shower (or in the car, or when you’re happy). You’ve always loved to sing, though you were usually shy about it unless you were singing with a group. Music is something that has always been a part of your life, especially growing up. You and your siblings all played various instruments, yours mainly being piano.

Part of what draws you to Elvis as a person is that shared love for music—feeling that passion behind the beat of the drums or the pull of the violin, or how a voice could invoke such pure emotion with interpretation and sound. Music has the power to make people cry or feel joy or take them back in time, which is just such an amazing thing, you think. And Elvis has the gift to draw people in with his charisma, but they stay because of the beauty of his artistry. His is a once-in-a-generation type talent—innate, raw, and self-taught.

Perhaps that is why seeing him live has affected you so much mentally and physically, you wonder. Of course, you’ve heard him sing and play at Graceland many times over the years, which was wonderful in its own right. You’d even played the piano for him a few times and chimed in with the others on some songs. You’d heard his records and seen some of his movies. But something about seeing him live with that full band and orchestra, seeing the excitement in him, hearing the growth in his voice and as a musician, it just does something to you beyond the norm.

As is evident by how you showed up here tonight, ready to eat him alive.

You step out of the shower, singing louder than you realize, lost in thought. Suddenly, a towel appears, wrapping around you out of nowhere, startling you out of your head.

Elvis’ arms circle around you from behind, his head burying in the crook of your neck.

“Now how come I never knew what a beautiful voice you got, sweetheart?” his raspy voice rumbles in your ear.

You are slightly mortified, blood rushing to your cheeks, realizing that Elvis Presley, one of the best vocalists on the planet, was just privy to your private shower-concert. Your embarrassment has you flustering.

“Oh, god, you’re just saying that to be nice,” you murmur, covering your face. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking...”

“Sorry? Oh, there’ll be none of that, honey. Don’t you dare apologize to me for singin’ your lil’ heart out,” he says sternly, turning you around to face him. He puts a finger underneath your chin, tilting it so you have to look him in the eye. “It was lovely. In fact, I think I’ll need to hear it more from now on.”

“Elvis,” you begin, disbelievingly. Your self-conscious heart pounds in your chest, wanting to shirk off everything he’s saying. But looking into those azure blues, you are surprised to see not an ounce of sarcasm or teasing. “That’s very kind of you to say. I’m just really shy about people hearing me sing,” you say quietly.

He nods in understanding, dropping his finger and wrapping his arms around your waist instead. “Y’know, back before I got big, I’d turn off all the lights and turn my back before singin’ or playin’ in front of anyone.” His eyes cloud a little, as if he’s picturing it in his head.

“What? Seriously?” you ask, totally surprised.

“Yep. And to this day, honey, I still gotta have someone push me out on that stage every night, I get so damn scared,” he tells you honestly. You think of all that nervous energy in the first few songs of his shows, and it starts to make sense.

“I’ll tell ya’—and don’t go tellin’ this to no one—opening night, I almost didn’t even make it out there. I was losin’ my mind so damn bad I thought I was gonna die,” he says, dead serious. His eyes look a little wild just talking about it.

You pause. “Well, I guess if you can brave a crowd of thousands, I can live with the embarrassment of having you hear me sing in the shower,” you say gently, “and thank you for sharing that with me.” You smile and, cupping his cheek, pull him down for a soft kiss.

“Mmm…Come on, honey.” He grabs your hand and pulls you back into the larger dressing room with him. There’s a huge, deep couch on the side of the room and he brings you down to sit, curling you up in his lap.

You melt into him, sighing in relief as you continue to recover (from both the sex and your embarrassment), leaning your head against his shoulder. He leans his cheek into the top of your head, just holding you close. You close your eyes and pause, trying to commit this to memory, this feeling, everything about him. Breathing him in, you notice for the first time that even without his signature cologne, he has a distinctly ‘Elvis’ smell—Neutrogena soap plus his own delicious, manly musk. His heart beats strong and steady under your palm. His hand warm and comforting upon your thigh. It’s all Elvis, and right now, he’s all yours.

How strange, you think, that you have known him for so long, and yet feel like you are experiencing him anew every day. You realize that you may have more in common with him than you previously thought.

He breaks the silence, interrupting your nearly meditative state.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come back to me,” he says quietly, his hand gently weaving through your hair.

It’s so honest, so vulnerable, that you are shocked.

It is tempting to see Elvis as a man who never has to worry about someone coming to him because he is The Elvis Presley, especially when he projects the image of the confident, macho, self-assured superstar, sometimes very much buying into his own hype. However, having known him for as long as you have, you know that is mostly bravado and façade. You can see past all that ego to the shy, nervous, sometimes insecure young man you knew was beneath everything else. Someone afraid to disappoint his fans and those around him. Someone who cared deeply for those close to him. Someone who was afraid of being left alone.

You just never assumed he would think such a thing about you.

Fiddling with the stitching on his robe, you try to form a coherent thought. “I almost didn’t,” you reply honestly.

He stills, voice soft. “What changed your mind?”

You are not ready to share that, not yet. “It’s complicated,” you say, then move to look into his eyes, “but I’m here now.”

And the way he looks at you with those shining blue eyes, as if you are the only one that matters, makes you want to stay here in his arms forever. And it causes your heart to break a little because you know you can’t.

You know it’s not that simple, not at all.

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hii, can i request a fluffy fic with felipe where he's been telling everyone he has a gf but they don't believe him so one day he brings her in to the paddock and everyone's surprised (also bonus point if she's very smart college student lol) thank u sm in advance<33

why I feel like this could be an actaul thing? anyways, sorry for the eventual mistakes and enjoy<3

pairing: felipe drugovich x fem!reader

wordcount: 1k

"hey ines. i haven't seen you in a while, how are you?"

felipe questioned clement's girlfriend, who just joined him, clem, marcus and dennis at a table in the hospitality where they were discussing the free practice they had earlier.

"im good, how about you?" she asked back giving him and the others a small hug.

"living the life, i guess." he answered offering her the chair where he was sitting near clem, going to the spare one next to marcus.

the couple shared some kisses, and the new zealander decided to tease them about it.

"get a room you two."

"or we can continue and you can go find yourself a girlfriend." the frenchman retorted with the approval of the whole group.

"no but seriously guys, when are you getting girlfriends? don't get me wrong, you're funny, but i would like some company when you're on track." ines added. she wasn't close with any other driver's girlfriend, beside the fact that they weren't present at every race, so she was often alone.

the boys started chatting about some girls they were talking to, and didn't noticed felipe's eyes darting from side to side in anticipation.

"actually-", he cleared his throat getting everyone's attention, "i have a girlfriend."

mouths agape and glances were flying around him after the confession. he waited for someone to break the silence, and dennis did.

"nah, you don't." the boys expressions relaxed, and ines pouted, believing more dennis' words than felipe's.

"what?! of course i do, why wouldn't i?" he was sure they would have made fun of him, but not that they wouldn't believe him at all.

"man, you were literally talking about farting in the car five minutes ago." clem pointed out resembling the conversation they had before ines arrived.

"yes, cause you asked me to!" the brazilian threw his hands in the air. he really didn't expected this kind of reaction.

"okay okay-", marcus stepped in when his friends started arguing about the existence of this fictitious girlfriend. "let's give him the benefic of the doubt, he does have a girlfried. then why we never saw her to races?"

"she goes to college. and she has compulsory attendance, thus it's usually me visiting her during week days, and her visiting me weeks off so we can spend more time together. she planned on coming to see the races next week. they are pretty close to her home, and her session ends in a couple of days." the boy explained the situation as it was, hoping to finally convince his friends.

"it make perfect sense." dennis simply replied.

"it does cause it's the truth! but you refuse to believe me." felipe crossed his arms as a sign of frustration. he felt incredibly fortunate and delighted to have found someone like you, who made him light-hearted, happy and that was always so supportive of him, and he couldn't share this joy with the closest people he had because they were as mature as kids.

"let's postpone this conversationt to next week then, uhm?", ines tried to smooth the waters changing subject. "but just for the record, i really hope not to be alone next friday." she concluded winking at the boy.

"count on her."

it was friday, the day you were coming for the first time to see one of felipe's races in person. him, clement and ines were in their motorhome doing nothing, or better, patiently waiting for you to show up.

"oh come on man, just say you don't have a partner so we can all go back to our lives." clement almost shouted, tired of just sitting tight.

your plane was supposed to arrive at the airport hours ago, and felipe would have picked you up if only the company from where you bought your tickets wasn't famous for its delay. the main problem was that felipe had to be in the paddock when your plane was expected to land, which meant you had to reach the track and get past security all the by yourself. but after a solid half an hour, you finally arrived and started looking for an orange suit.

"drugovich!" you exclaimed when you saw him in front of his car with other two people you couldn't recognize. he turned around and approached you, embracing you warmly.

"y/n! you made it." he moved back a little to look at you properly. moving a strand of hair out of your face, he leaned down to leave a sweet kiss to your lips.

"i missed your face, you know?" you whispered with your hands on his cheeks, before getting on your tiptoe to give him another kiss on the tip of his nose.

"i hope you missed more than just that." he joked, your laugh following.

you detatched and made your way towards the couple, who was now accompanied by other two boys. all of them were staring at you with wide eyes, except the girl who was broadly smiling.

"well, everybody meets y/n, y/n these are marcus, dennis, clem and his girlfriend ines" you could clearly tell how thrilled he was to introduce you to his friends from how his voice became slightly high pitched.

you talked a bit and caught up before an engineer called the teammates in orange, as they had to get ready for the free practice. the brazilian hold you close and whispered to your ear "I'll be back in a hour or so"

"drive safe, I want you in one piece" you responded with an hand in his hair to ruffle it.

when all the boys left, you remained with ines, who locked her arm with yours to bring you to the motorhome where you could watch the race and get to know each other a little better. you were glad you found someone to spend the time with, especially since she seemed great company.

once close to the cars, ready to get in, clem gave voice to his first impression of you to felipe."she looks cute. are you sure you didn't pay her to play the part?"

"really funny clem, but no, I did it all by myself, imagine that." he said proudly.

"mh. but I still don't believe you got a girlfriend" he ended the conversation getting in the car after their last call, only to be met with felipe's grin.

#felipe drugovich #felipe drugovich x reader #felipe drugovich imagine #f2 x reader #f2 imagine #f2

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mariipun · 10 months

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Some Sunny Day

Warnings: N/A, Fluff

Word Count: 1,671

Brief Description: Welcome Home Bakery AU. Wally Darling x GN!Reader. Reader/self-insert. You are learning how to bake, but don’t know where to start. Not wanting to be a nuisance, you’ve begun watching from outside the local bakery café’s window as Wally took notice.

[Characters belong to Clown, aka, partycoffin]

Dedication: @satanic-witchcraft (Inspired by their Bakery AU, although it’s extremely loosely based /I just love the aesthetic/. Just a fanfic I wrote because I dreamt about this scenario lol)

It first began on a warm Tuesday afternoon.

You stood there outside, writing in a yellow-covered journal as you watched through the window of the bakery café; the blue-haired man glancing up at you every so often as he kneaded the dough. At one point, the both of you had made eye contact and he watched as you smiled. You pointed toward his motions and then pointed at your book with a slight tilt of your head as if asking permission to take notes.

Wally nodded, a smile of his own forming on his lips in return before going back to work on evenly distributing the dough. You continued to take notes, sometimes carefully mimicking some of his movements in the air as if committing to memory the way the dough needed to be handled. You’d be there for about an hour before placing your journal into your satchel, tucking the pencil behind your ear, and waving goodbye. Wally simply grinned, nodding in reply as you walked away.

This continued every week for the next three months.

Like clockwork, you were there every Tuesday afternoon as the café side bustled with life; customers shuffling in or out with pastries, coffees, or teas. Wally had become accustomed to your presence, albeit through the bakery’s window. He wondered why you simply didn’t come in to ask him questions about his work... or why you never seemed to come into the establishment during this time.

The other workers happened to take notice as well, but he assured them it was not an issue, and he didn’t want anyone to pry. He assumed you were wanting to learn how to bake, perhaps even explore new culinary skills. He may not know the extent of your situation, but he was always happy to teach, as you had always been enthusiastic to learn.

You’d watch, you’d write, and then you’d both exchange goodbyes. He didn’t realize when he’d stop working on whatever he was doing to simply watch you walk away to whatever destination you were headed to next.

Every Tuesday afternoon, he began anticipating your return.

He didn’t quite show how excited he was, maintaining his cool demeanor, yet mindlessly fiddling with the strings of his apron. As the clock ticked closer to the predetermined time, he would prepare his area, having a different recipe or lesson at the ready.

You had even started noticing the little things he did, perking with curiosity. Some days there would be a recipe for whatever he was making during that time, laid out in front of your view; a list of ingredients meticulously written out in what you assumed was his handwriting.

Was he sharing his trade secrets with you?

You would read through the list of items, jotting them down quickly before watching as he began creating the batch of goods. Whenever Wally shared one of his recipes though, he’d patiently wait until you were done writing before showing you how to measure and make.

On other days he’d start showing off, tossing dough in the air, or elaborately packaging whole loaves of bread for orders. Sometimes he’d get a bit carried away, getting flour in his hair, or accidentally dropping an egg on the floor. He’d shift his eyes toward you to catch a glimpse of your reaction, always earning a giggle or stifling a laugh in your hand before continuing to write away in that yellow journal of yours. His cheeks would dust rouge in embarrassment, but honestly, Wally was glad he had an audience, especially one as devoted as you.

Sometimes, a bittersweet taste would settle on his tongue as the hour would end and you’d retreat into the world while he stayed behind the glass. Your figure would be lost within the crowd of people walking up and down the sidewalk, colors of various shades blending and muting into the background.

He wondered what you did every Tuesday morning before coming to the bakery, and what you did after when your time together would end.

Maybe he’d ask you one of these days, but for now, he enjoyed the wordless company.

Twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes past your usual arrival time.

You hadn’t shown up yet and the ticking of the clock began to make him restless.

Wally started to wonder if you were no longer available, or maybe, no longer interested in stopping by. A few different scenarios had swirled in his mind from you being at work, maybe school, having gotten hurt, maybe sick? Why was he so concerned about a complete stranger? Neither one of you even knew the other’s name.

Yet… he felt his chest tighten, disappointment prickling at his skin.

Surely, you were just running late today?

He stared at the counter; his mind lost in thought. He didn’t hear the familiar dings of the bell when the front door opened as you stepped inside, yellow journal in hand. He had only looked up when he heard Julie’s voice greet you from the register.

“Finally decided to come inside instead of watching through the window, huh?” Julie chimed.

You laughed in response, the sound filling the bakery with warmth.

Wally’s cheeks lifted as a smile formed on his lips, eyes falling on you. Feelings of elation and relief both washed over him in waves.

He stood still. The world around him seemed to burst into vibrant hues of light. Soft yellows, pinks, and mellow blues dance around you. He continued to watch you in adoration as you placed a drink order and made your way to one of the small tables near the corner of the café.

“It’s not polite to stare you know,” Poppy spoke up from behind him, causing him to turn and stutter in response. She smiled at him and shook her head. “Why not just say hello?” She encouraged, earning a defeated sigh from the man.

Wally took off his apron, hanging it up. “You’re right…” he mused, dusting himself off. “I’m going to take a break…”

“Take all the time you need dear,” Poppy replied, taking over the kitchen.

He carefully made his way over.

You were comfortably seated in the corner, reading through your writings as you sipped your drink. Setting the cup down, you looked over to the man making his way to you. You gave him a smile as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Mind if I join you for a bit?” he asked, a bit hesitant.

“I don’t mind at all.” You spoke sweetly, gesturing for him to sit.

Wally pulled out the chair across from you, settling down as well. Eyes panning down to your journal, he pointed a finger in its direction. “May I?”

“Oh! Of course.” You chuckled, moving the journal toward him. He began turning through the pages in awe of the detailed notes, scribbles, and even sketches of the baked goods he shared with you.

“Wow, this is incredible.” He breathed, “You even captured some of the techniques I use when I bake…”

“Yeah, I really wanted to make sure I got it right, ya know?” You confessed before clicking your tongue, “…But… whenever I try to bake something myself, it doesn’t seem to turn out right…” You mulled over the words, leaning forward to rest your arms on the table as you watched him read.

After a moment, he looked up at you in understanding before setting the journal back on the table. “Well, if you are interested, I’d be more than happy to teach you one-on-one here in the bakery, so you aren’t just watching from outside.”

“Really?” You squeaked, a bit more loudly than intended, earning a few looks your way. You gave him a sheepish grin, nodding. “Thank you… I would absolutely love that, but…”

“But?” He looked at you quizzically.

“I don’t have much money to really afford private lessons or anything…” You said sadly, reaching over to take the journal back. “I’ve usually just come by to watch you work, which is why I took notes. I tried doing the same with a few other bakeries, but they brushed me off. You were the only one that didn’t really seem to mind…” Sighing, you closed the journal and tucked it away, “I just didn’t want to bother you with it, so I’m just fine watching from the window…”

Wally pondered this for a moment, humming thoughtfully before nodding at you. “Then how about this? I’ll teach you ways you can improve your skills, and in return, you help me organize my recipes. That sound fair?”

“More than fair… That’s just way too generous.” You counter, hands coming up in defense.

“I suppose, but I do need some help with organizing my own notes. And it’d be a great help if you could assist with that, especially with all the ideas and experiments I have in mind... Sometimes I lose track.” He chuckled, gently scratching his cheek. This offer was more of an excuse to get to know you better anyhow. “So, what do you say?”

“Y-Yes…. I say yes, absolutely. Thank you so much, Mr.—"

“Darling”, he interjects, extending a hand for you to take. “My name’s Wally Darling. But please, call me Wally.”

You slowly take his hand in your own, heat emitting from your cheeks as you gave him your name in return. “It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance… Wally.”

For the rest of his break, the two of you talked, laughed, and talked some more until his attention was pulled away back to work.

You said your farewells, but before leaving, Wally gifted you a small box of pastries filled with new flavors he was working on; contemplating whether they would be good to sell or not. He asked you to try them and write in detail what you thought about each one. You were happy to do so, saying goodbye once more as you left the bakery.

You were both looking forward to next Tuesday.

#marsfics #mars fics #wally darling x reader #welcome home fanfic #welcome home fanfiction #wally darling fanfic #[will this be an ongoing series? idk... i /could/ continue it...]#[but i'll leave it open to interpretation for now lol]#[im gonna just start titling fics with a color that represents the moods then lmao]#wally darling x gn reader #wally darling x GN!reader #(lol uodated the title...)

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Day 12: Fingering

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader (can be read as character x reader)

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: So I uhh 👉🏻👈🏻, got a little carried away writing this... At least for my doing lol. But just a 👌🏻 little bit I promise.

I'm curious, what do you guys think of my kinktober till now? I wanna know if my smut is good or not :)

Kinktober masterlist

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch Miles is a total pro with his fingers, like seriously amazing. But the guy's always busy, so he can't always take you to the bedroom. No worries though, he'll make room for you on his desk and have you sit there with your legs spread, ready for him to touch you. And let me tell you, Miles is a multitasking king. While he's casually filling out his reports with one hand, he'll pleasure you with the other. It's like second nature to him, he knows exactly how to make you lose control. He starts by teasing your clit, driving you crazy with those small circles. Once you let out that first moan, he knows it's time to move on and slip a finger inside you. He's got a tight grip on his pen as he feels your walls tightening around him, but he stays cool and adds another finger because, let's be real, you're probably begging for it. And if Miles is feeling extra generous, he might even add a third finger. So let's just say you've been a good girl and he does. In just a few minutes, MAX, Miles has you a total mess on his desk, moaning like crazy with your head thrown back as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet His fingers are thin but long, and that is something he takes pride in. Especially when he gets you begging and crying with just his fingers. He has you sitting on his work desk, legs spread, his one hand holding the back of your thigh. Your head is thrown back as he pumps his fingers into your needy cunt. First one finger, then another, and then another until you are stuffed with them. Lyle leans down as he places feather kisses all over your inner thighs. The kisses soon turn into hard sucking. Your pussy throbs around his digits as he pulls them back before thrusting them back in. "You like this? You like this, baby? Your pussy is so tight. You are squeezing around my fingers so good." Lyle curls his digits, hitting you on the right spots. Your mouth falls open at his words. You were near, and all you can do is spout nonsense, "Yes, yes Lyle—oh fuck." Lyle looks up at you with his yellow eyes. The expression on your face as you cum all over his fingers. Lyle draws out his fingers, and cum oozes out of you. He brings them to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean as he moans, "Hmm just as sweet as I remember."

🍬 Recom Z-dog She thoroughly enjoys pleasuring you, particularly focusing on your intimate areas. Z-dog takes great pleasure in stimulating your wet folds and your sensitive nub, eagerly anticipating your reactions each time she engages with you. It drives her wild. When it comes to fingering your tight and moist pussy, she shows no mercy. With precision, she inserts one finger, thrusting it in and out before adding another finger, skillfully scissoring your sensitive entrance. Your cries and desperate grasp only fuel her satisfaction as she continues to torment you. Z-dog thrusts her two fingers in and out of you rapidly, determined to elicit a powerful release from you. Your squirming and loud moans, calling out her name, require her to hold you down with her other arm to maintain control. Pressing your back against her chest, she persists in her assault on your pleasure center. As your lover relentlessly drives his two large fingers into your depths, the intensity builds, and you feel on the verge of exploding. Z-dog senses your nearing climax and releases her grip, keeping you pressed against her back. With her fingers still pounding your tight pussy, her other hand descends to roughly stimulate your clit. A smirk plays on Z-dog's lips, as she is resolute in her mission to make you squirt onto her fingers.

🥽 Recom Walker There is something immensely satisfying to her ego about pleasuring you with her fingers. It's not a regular occurrence, as she prefers to eat you out, but the knowledge that she can make you go wild with just two digits is a rush. She knows that it could hurt if she were to just ram her fingers into you, but she's too impatient for that. She'll make sure you're wet enough to take it. Starting with two fingers right away, she wants to see you gasp and arch your back in pleasure. Her fingers will explore and search for your sweet spot, crooking and feeling your insides. She's not gentle, knowing that you're dripping wet and can handle it. Soon enough, she'll add a third finger and stretch you out good. Feeling you tighten around her fingers makes her grin devilishly. Watching you moan her name and squirm under her touch turns her on greatly. Most of the time, she won't let you come and will replace her fingers with her tongue.

😎 Recom Mansk He is an absolute powerhouse, yet surprisingly gentle with you, despite the significant size difference. This man exudes raw, animalistic strength, but his touch is tender and caring. You were comfortably seated on his lap, your legs straddling his robust frame, as he admired you in one of his favorite dresses that accentuated your curves flawlessly. His hand rested on your waist, moving in slow, soothing circles, while his other hand ventured beneath the dress, causing your panties to be forgotten on the arm of the couch. His large hands worked wonders on your body, and his thick fingers... oh my, they were a revelation. Two of them delved deep into your core, not thrusting forcefully, but rather massaging the inner walls with a tantalizing slowness, while his sizable thumb expertly stimulated your most sensitive spot. To put it simply, you were a trembling, moaning mess on his lap, completely at his mercy. His gaze never wavered from your exquisite form, so ready to unravel in his embrace, as your essence dripped down his hand and arm. "Oh, fuck... right there, Mansk," you cried out in ecstasy. He couldn't get enough of you and the way you praised him.

🧯 Recom Prager Prager's hands are so skilled, man. Every touch he makes is like, calculated and efficient, all with the goal of giving you the ultimate pleasure. He's so confident and knows exactly where to touch you, it's insane. You can't help but squirm and moan when his long fingers find all your sensitive spots effortlessly. Prager takes so much pride in making you moan with just a few fingers deep inside you. It's like, mind-blowing how you clench and tremble around him, it's like a drug. He loves seeing you turn into a hot mess with just a simple stroke of his fingers, it's like his favorite thing ever. Sometimes he'll just sit there and watch you react for hours, if he's not in a rush. And while he's fingering you, he'll whisper sweet nothings and have this lazy smile on his face, checking you out. Fingering you is his go-to on lazy days when you're both too tired for anything more intense.

⚕️ Recom Ja Ja possesses the ability to bring you to orgasm with his fingers alone. His touch is slow, patient, and filled with love. Each stroke of his fingers deep inside of you brings pleasure, yet leaves you simmering, craving more. However, rushing his ministrations is futile, as he will cease his actions. Ja takes pleasure in the way your breath catches as his fingers glide against your slick walls. With his forehead pressed against yours, he attentively observes your reactions, guiding you towards the brink of ecstasy at his own pace. Sex is not a race, but rather a sacred ritual, a prayer almost. Every movement is infused with love, and his adoration for you and your body is expressed through soft whispers. Even if the night consists solely of him fingering you to a slow orgasm or two, Ja is more than content. He does not seek reciprocation; his satisfaction lies in witnessing you unravel and reach a state of sensual bliss. The strength in his touch, honed through years of wielding a sword, provides the perfect calloused texture that elicits groans of ecstasy from you.

🧢 Recom Brown You confidently lean your head back on his shoulder, observing as his fingers disappear into your eager pussy. His eyes follow the same movements, and he remarks, "Look at your needy pussy eagerly taking my fingers in like a whore." He begins to thrust his fingers into you slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed. With each thrust, your back hits his chest. "Ah... ah-h Brown," you moan as his fingers gently and rapidly stroke your insides. Brown skillfully crisscrosses his digits, hitting your g-spot. His eyes lock onto yours with a smug smirk as your expression transforms into one of pure pleasure. "Fuck, you're taking it like such a good bitch," Brown murmurs in your ear, licking it before sucking it passionately, leaving it red. Your legs tremble as they attempt to close, but Brown firmly holds them open. The thrusts become harder and faster. "Brown, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna c-cum... fuck!" Your hand digs into his thighs as you experience the intense release of your climax. Brown smears your hot and sticky cum over your pussy, proudly stating, "Only my fingers are enough to make you cum this much, huh?" He grins with pride at your disheveled appearance and glistening pussy.

📿 Recom Lopez Lopez lay beside you with his head resting on his palm, watching as you struggled to get off by his fingers. You lay flat on your back, quivering with pleasure. You guided his thick fingers in your throbbing hole, holding them tightly in your own. Two of his fingers, along with one of yours, fondled your insides. "Lopez, please," you begged, tears of frustration rolling down your temple. But Lopez just smirked down at you and cooed, "Please what, sweetheart? You gotta be more clear. All you're doing is crying like a bitch in heat." Without missing a beat, you demanded, "Make me cum... please." And Lopez gladly obliged, pulling your finger out and shoving his own back inside. Two digits were enough to fill you up, and you sighed with relief. As his fingers stroked your insides, his thumb started to dab the hood of your pussy. Your legs jerked closed as a shiver shot up your spine, but Lopez instantly pushed them back open and started to thrust even faster and sloppier. Your back arched, lifting off the bed, and your grip tightened on the sheets as you came all over his hand, "Fuck fuck fuck fu--" Lopez grinned and brought his hand to your mouth, pressing his fingers on your parted lips. "Suck," he commanded, and you eagerly complied, tasting your own pleasure on his fingers.

⛓️ Recom Fike Fike doesn't have much experience with women, which honestly makes him nervous when it comes to pleasing you. He's quick, messy, and a bit frantic. But what he lacks in practice and knowledge, he makes up for in enthusiasm. Even when he fingers you, he's eager to explore and try every angle and spot. He'll be watching your expressions closely, hoping for that moment when you completely lose yourself to his touch. And when he finally hits your most sensitive spot, it almost makes him lose control just by seeing your eyes widen with desire and hearing your long, drawn-out moan. Fike really enjoys fingering you as a way to get you turned on. Once you're wet and have had one orgasm, he easily slides inside you without any trouble. And you always moan even louder for your second orgasm. It's just beautiful...

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